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Summer One, hanging on the wall, couldn't stop laughing maniacally.

The faint blood-colored strength circulated within him, so that even the limbs pierced by the black light sword no longer ached.

Even if he were to die immediately at Wen Wen's hands, so what? As long as that deity could descend successfully, as long as the deity could fulfill Its promise, Summer One would die content.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

"You were asking what my plan was, right? This is my plan, I want the deity to descend, to let It come... Mmmph mmmph, what are you doing?"

A worn-out pair of underwear was stuffed into Summer One's mouth by Wen Wen.

Don't ask where Wen Wen got the old underwear from. Although he doesn't wear them, he still had channels to get some, and they were the best to use as a makeshift gag.

"I know you have a strong urge to talk right now, but I'm not in the mood to chat with you. I will take good care of you later."