Terrible Odds
"You can stop touching me now, you sick bastard. Do I look like I swing that way?" Tyroth said with a fierce grin as though he might start fighting Thaldorin any moment now.
Thaldorin pulled his hand back with an indifferent expression.
Looking at the interaction between these two, it was clear to anyone that they did truly hate one another. And yet, they had easily worked together for the sake of dealing a death blow to the Real Plane.
"Secure the perimeter," Tyroth's voice thundered.
There were more Dao Gods on the side of the Real Plane, but the issue was that both Thaldorin and Tyroth were Middle Dao Gods, while the only Middle Dao God of the Real Plane had just died a tragic death.
Well… the sad part about the death of a Dao God was that even after their death had already been confirmed, they could still linger on. Their vitality was so strong that even after the Heavens themselves mourned, they were still capable of carrying on.