"Heh heh!"
Muria looked at the opportunistic God of Whales with a cold smirk. This blue giant fish, upon seeing that his grandmother had not killed the Mechanized War God, immediately stopped hesitating.
Originally, it had been pondering whether to break its limits once again to save its life, but now there was no need. If the Mechanized War God couldn't be killed, then this well-behaved, wholehearted, and trouble-avoiding fish surely wouldn't have any issues either.
"Grandmother, there's another one here," Muria called out, watching his Dragon King grandmother who seemed still unsatisfied.
"Your Excellency, I didn't cause any trouble with your grandson, I haven't had any conflict with him," the blue fish quickly declared to Yarista.
"What grievances do you have with you?" Yarista, carrying the remnants of the Evil God in her hands, flew towards Muria, pushing aside metallic fragments as massive as mountains along her path.