In the beginning, Gauss Weil was caught completely off guard by Wen Yan's tongue-lashing and ended up tongue-tied, but once he calmed down and realized things were actually even worse than Wen Yan made them out to be—
Gauss Weil's fighting spirit vanished altogether; his whole body just reeked of a lazy bum who's given up on life.
To put it bluntly, this pathetic Pain Demon Lord thing—forget it, who cares.
Wen Yan was right, from now on he'd just go by Gauss Weil, and not mention the Pain Demon Lord title ever again. He felt embarrassed even thinking about it.
Out on the chaotic streets of Virtue City, the post-incident cleanup crew started to move in one after another.
All the devil corpses were taken away—precious materials, after all, no sense letting them go to waste.
The trashed streets were being repeatedly scrubbed and disinfected, while even the sewers had already been violently purged once beforehand—probably not a single live cockroach left down there now.
