The world was shrouded in fog, and the earth was deathly silent.
A hoarse and blurry whisper lingered in his ears, and a giant shadow floated in the world.
Chaos, deathly stillness, fear, and despair enveloped the humans.
At this moment.
A live broadcast room quietly went online.
? Wang Yifan held a kitchen knife and pointed at the evil god’s corpse on the chopping board.
"Today’s conditions are limited. I’ll make a simple birdman’s three meals for everyone. I hope everyone will like it.”
The audience: " Host, you’re on the chopping board…" It seems to be an evil god."
? Wang Yifan smiled and cut off the evil god’s wings.
"Evil God? No, no, no, you must be mistaken.”
"This is a fresh ingredient!"
The audience: " You call this fresh ingredients?”