Chapitre 1433: The Three Big Wigs of the Western Front

"You want to enter the Realm of Mind here?" Hackzord surveyed his surroundings, then cast his gaze to the ground beneath him.

Silent Disaster nodded.

"I think that the male human will not come again." He quietly conjured another Distortion Door the size of a finger behind him and reached into it—only to touch soil. "And once the Deity of Gods starts its descent, it is irreversible. You're merely wasting time."

"If you don't wish to come, you can leave first." Serakkas remained unmoved.