Andoria was a bit dazed, looking around the palace decorations with eyes full of envy.
But the other two Evil Gods and Azazel sitting on the throne exchanged glances, and their expressions instantly froze on their faces.
For a moment, the entire palace plunged into silence, and the atmosphere was eerie.
Azazel squinted at the stiff expressions of Luria and Alisa, and suddenly burst out laughing:
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Look who it is! Isn't this the great Fallen Angel and the enchanting Pain Queen?"
Then, his expression turned ferocious, sneering:
"Surprised, aren't you? We've met again! How come? Even you two have a day like this!"
"Uh... Lord Azazel, um... long time no see, your complexion seems quite good..."
Luria chuckled awkwardly.
"Good my foot!"
Hearing Luria's words, Azazel cursed with twisted features.
He couldn't help but reach out his hand, full of resentment:
"Do you know how I've been through these years? Do you?! Huh?!"
"You don't know!"
