The Blood God's expression darkened.
"Who are you calling an animal?"
"Where do you think I am looking at?"
Tyler's eyes showed absolute disdain for the Blood God. But Tyler also had a thought of his own.
'That should work, right? No, it will not. There is another way. I can only rely on absolute control for that.'
The Blood God didn't notice what he was thinking.
Not only did he not; he felt even angrier because Tyler was simply looking down on him.
Not because of his method, not because of a lack of pride, but simply because of his identity.
That very look infuriated him.
But not just him. There was someone else being similarly infuriated by his actions.
"You idiot, I am telling you. You will get yourself killed if you do such a foolish thing."
"Why are you so fixated on fighting this guy? Do you really think of yourself as a savior?"
"There are thousands of people stronger than you. Let them handle this guy!"
