"What's going on here?"
Staring at the empty entrance of Lake Town, the always-unshakeable Fat Bro was stunned, his eyes buried in flesh bulging wide open.
"Where's the gate? Where's my big gate? A 1100-ton thing, how could it disappear into thin air?"
"What's Lake Town playing at?"
Even Casablanca in the Junk Mountain war tank was dumbfounded.
However, soon, this seasoned Apprentice Death God caught the scent of a kindred spirit in the air.
This immediately made him understand the ins and outs of the situation.
"It's the work of a Death God."
He furrowed his brows, contemplated for a moment, and still contacted Fat Bro via radio.
"Fattie, we're a step too late; that little dame Tian En found a backer, an Apprentice Death God is escorting her."
"And judging by the aura, it's very likely... it's the Death God who single-handedly destroyed the Nite War Gang before."
With these words, Fat Bro was taken aback.
"It's her?"
