Chapter 664 To taste it?

Chapter 664 To taste it?

"..." Satan clearly wasn't the type of demon adept at speech.

Even in ancient times, he was known to be cold, merciless, brutal, and bloodthirsty, killing on sight without needless chatter.

These years were no different, endlessly striving to enhance his power without pause.

Now, William was saying these things to him...

Did he take him for a fool?

"William the Obliterator! Are you playing with me?!" Though not given to eloquence, Satan realized that William the Obliterator was toying with him!

With a roar of fury, Satan fiercely thrust his God-slaying Spear towards William's head.

The Demon King Satan's enraged strike with the God-slaying Spear was not to be underestimated, even by high-ranking god-kings.

William simply lifted his eyelid, extended his hand, and caught the spearhead of the God-slaying Spear directly.

The space around William and Satan drastically changed, leaving them in a void, alone.

"Deal with those demon lords yourself!"

Alice watched as William and Satan disappeared before her eyes, with William's voice echoing in her ears.

Deal with it myself?

Alice looked up at the sky, swirling with demonic energy like a tidal wave, and screamed, "Loki! Jesus! Help!!"

...

In the void, Satan stared at William in horror.

William the Obliterator hadn't drawn his sword!

He had simply caught the God-slaying Spear with his bare hand?

His full-force strike, all his power, felt like it had sunk into the abyss, with William the Obliterator standing there, expression unaltered.

"You..." Satan withdrew the God-slaying Spear, his tone somewhat dispirited, "I never imagined that after sealing myself away in the Burning Hells, filled with flames, pain, and darkness, focusing on improving my strength for hundreds of thousands of years, I would still be no match for you." n0ve(l)bi(n.)co/m

William didn't exert any force, allowing Satan to withdraw the God-slaying Spear, then said, "Let's just say you won, okay?"

"What do you mean 'let's just say I won'?" Satan howled to the sky, loudly saying, "Winning is winning, losing is losing!"

"Then you've won!" William thought Satan was being childishly pedantic. Did he really have to be so petty?

Satan was on the verge of madness.

What was even going on?

He had endured hundreds of thousands of years of arduous training, all for the sake of revenge. And now, upon encountering William the Obliterator again, he was being treated as though he was being placated like a child!

"I..."

Satan's jaws opened and closed, lamenting that the ancient times lacked the word "FUCK," unable to verbally express his current feelings.

At this point, Satan couldn't just admit defeat. Just because he couldn't win, should he stop fighting?

He refused to believe that William the Obliterator was truly invincible!

An Abyssal Orb, formed from the dark power he had accumulated over 80,000 years in the land of evil, suddenly appeared in his hand, "This is the Abyssal Orb, a concentration of shadow energy that could devour a parallel universe with just a sliver of its power..."

William asked, "Do you think we should use rosemary or chili powder for the barbecue?"

"This... are we discussing what seasoning to use for barbecue?" Satan was nearly driven to madness!

"This... am I discussing what seasoning to use for barbecue with you?" Satan was on the verge of madness!

In ancient times, when they were to compete, they would usually display their divine artifacts and secret techniques before officially starting the battle.

It was all about showing off.

Yet again, Satan was interrupted by William, this jerk. He was already a man of few words, and this really felt like a breakdown!

Here Satan was, introducing his powerful artifact, but William wasn't paying any attention at all, merely pondering over his dinner plans.

Hmm, Ghidorah's neck would taste better marinated in sauce, and adding some chili powder might bring a unique flavor.

Furious, Satan hurled the Abyssal Orb, formed of dark power, at William.

He expected that, at least this time, William would dodge it!

Could he really catch the attack of the Abyssal Orb outright?

Seeing the Abyssal Orb flying towards him, William slowly reached out and caught it in his palm.

"..." Satan stood there, completely shattered mentally.

Was it really that simple?

Just like that, William the Obliterator had caught the Abyssal Orb, which condensed all the dark power of the Burning Hells.

"What are you doing?" Satan witnessed an even more horrifying scene.

William the Obliterator, this guy, actually slapped the Abyssal Orb into powder, tasting the powder...

"Tasting it." William then pinched a bit of the powder onto his tongue to taste.

To think that the Abyssal Orb, which concentrated all the dark power of the Burning Hells and could devour a parallel universe with just a sliver of its energy, would turn into seasoning in the hands of William the Obliterator?

To taste it?

Satan was so angry that the joints in his body cracked and popped!