Mammon shook his head in lament, "It's truly madness."
"What are you still watching?"
Beelzebub's voice of reprimand echoed, she was fed up with Mammon's indifference.
"What's the point?"
Tar spread to Mammon's feet, yet he remained as carefree as ever.
"You know, such conflicts change nothing but vent anger."
The tar beneath him, like a swamp, was slowly engulfing Mammon's feet, yet he still displayed an air of nonchalance, feeling no pressure at all amidst their battle, instead he saw them as foolish children.
"If we could kill each other so easily, I would have done it already."
Mammon complained as he reclined back comfortably onto the tar, propping his head leisurely.
As the tar spread, the entire space was wrapped in darkness, with waves roaring outside the blackness, the fragile spatial dimension undergoing some change as the tar eroded it.
Canyin light particles appeared from nowhere.
"Truly beautiful..."
