Chapter 408
"What do you mean?"
The Wind God paused for a moment, and a feeling of unease surged within him.
At the same time, something within the depths of his mind seemed to sense this, and subtle mental waves began to spread, seemingly guiding his thoughts in another direction.
"Hmph!"
The God of Theater snorted coldly, then raised his right hand and pulled sharply.
In the next moment, a phantom in the shape of a sinister flower was forcefully drawn out by the God of Theater.
"Ugh…"
The Wind God let out a muffled groan, feeling as if his head had been pierced by thousands of needles in that instant.
But when he saw the sinister flower phantom in the God of Theater’s hand, he realized that his earlier sensation was not an illusion.