All Whitey desired was to… strip others of their clothes. Even though it had just peeled off a small piece of Soul God's scaly armor, it was already beaming with satisfaction.
Boom!
A rumbling sound echoed out. Whitey smashed into a planet, sinking deep into it. The next moment, cracks spread across the planet before it burst apart.
In the starry sky, Soul God's power of the Great Sins spread and wrapped up his body. He was so angry that he trembled all over. He could not believe that he actually suffered such humiliation.
How dared the damn metal puppet try to strip his clothes… The most hateful thing was that the f*cking puppet did manage to peel off a small piece of his scaly armor.
On the broken pieces of the planet, Whitey stood up. The golden steam had gone from its body. In its hand, it held the black scale as if it was holding the enemy's flag. There were thousands of light rays surging behind it.
