"Pangu! Hand over the Chaos Pearl, and you shall be spared from death!"
Luo Hou, witnessing the object of his desire snatched by Pangu, felt his internal Killing Aura surge violently.
The temperature on the entire Chaos Battlefield plummeted abruptly, and countless Demon Gods felt a chilling fear rising from the bottom of their hearts.
Fortunately, this was not in the Primordial World of the future, or white ice crystals would have appeared.
He didn't care whether Pangu was a child of the Tao, nor how powerful he was; as long as Luo Hou found him disagreeable, he was determined to make him pay the price.
"Spare me from death?"
Pangu responded with a cold laugh, his honest face filled with disdain for Luo Hou.
Or rather, disdain for all the Demon Gods on the battlefield.
He looked down at Luo Hou from on high, speaking with an extremely contemptuous tone:
"You are not worthy!"
To him, apart from the Time Demon God, all other Demon Gods were no more than chickens and dogs.
