World of Void.
After nearly an hour of flying, Rumshii and Sidra finally left the Tenth Universe and entered the World of Void.
"Wakaka!"
The two of them let out bursts of wild laughter, the sound echoing through the void, filled with excitement and anticipation.
They were finally going to the Fourth Universe to beat up Quitela.
However, just as the two were very excited.
Suddenly, Sidra's entire body trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current, then immediately became like a wilted eggplant, stopping right there in the World of Void, his face pale.
"Sidra, what's wrong with you?" Rumshii was startled, and also slowed to a stop, looking at him with concern.
"I don't know what's going on... my body feels as if it's been drained, I have no strength at all." Sidra showed a look of confusion, his breathing also becoming rapid.
"Didn't do good things last night, did you?" Rumshii gave Sidra a sidelong glance, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.
"I did nothing last night!" Sidra immediately shook his head in denial, then added with a dark face, "Besides, we are Destroyer Gods, even if we did those strange things, our bodies wouldn't be drained, right?"
"Body drained?" Rumshii silently pondered the true meaning of this phrase, his brow furrowed.
"I now feel that not only has my strength not increased 10 times, but it has actually decreased by 10 times from its original level." Sidra's voice was low, his face growing somewhat pale, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"Strength decreased by 10 times? How did this happen?" Rumshii looked at Sidra strangely.
"I don't know either..." Sidra shook his head, feeling increasingly weak, his body swaying unsteadily.
"Let me test it." Rumshii said, slapping him.
Sidra: "..."
Ten thousand horses galloped through Sidra's heart.
Test what!
Sidra hurriedly raised his arm to block, only to find his movements abnormally slow.
"Thud!"
With a dull thud, Sidra was immediately slapped flying by Rumshii, tracing a long trajectory in the void like a kite with its string cut.
Rumshii stood by, stunned, mouth slightly agape.
Why has Sidra become so weak?
I didn't even use much force just now!
What on earth is going on?
"Sidra, what exactly are you up to?" Rumshii quickly chased after him, frowning as he asked, "This is fine too, I can actually handle that Quitela guy alone!"
However, as soon as Rumshii finished speaking, he himself couldn't help but shudder, his body going limp, his face revealing the same expression as Sidra's.
"Are you weak too?" Sidra burst into loud laughter, laughing so hard he rocked back and forth, looking at Rumshii with gleeful schadenfreude.
The corner of Rumshii's mouth twitched, feeling the empty divine energy within his body, only feeling weak all over.
Damn it...
What on earth is going on?
Why have I become weak too?
It was clearly full of divine energy just a moment ago.
The two Destroyer Gods looked at each other, both seeing the same weakness and despair in each other's eyes.
Then, both of them wiped away tears.
In this state, still go fight Quitela?
They would absolutely be beaten until they shit themselves!
Forget about going to fight Quitela, even facing the weakest Third Universe Destroyer God, Mosco, the two of them together would be completely outmatched!
"Could it be that the Combat God Water has side effects?" Rumshii suddenly came to his senses, as if grasping at a lifeline, his voice low with a hint of uncertainty.
"You say that, it seems very reasonable. That kid really didn't have good intentions!" Sidra nodded thoughtfully, his brows knitted into a knot.
"Damned Soya! This kid dares to deceive me!" Rumshii was furious, unable to resist using his hand to pinch his own elephant trunk, pinching harder and harder.
After pinching for a while, Rumshii's face immediately turned red, even his breathing became difficult.
Sidra: "..."
Sidra covered his face, an expression of not being able to bear the sight.
"Rumshii, are you an idiot? Can you breathe if you pinch your own nose?" Sidra scolded irritably, reaching out to slap away his hand.
"Uh..." Only then did Rumshii realize, hurriedly letting go, gasping for air in big mouthfuls, his chest heaving violently.
"It's that guy Soya! He didn't tell us beforehand that the Combat God Water has side effects!" Sidra was also furious, his claws clenched tightly into fists, "Quickly contact him! See how to resolve this side effect?"
Rumshii nodded, hurriedly pulling out his communicator, his fingers trembling slightly from weakness.
"Negative emotional value from Rumshii +999!"
"Negative emotional value from Sidra +999!"
After receiving the continuous stream of negative emotional values from the two Destroyer Gods, Soya checked the time, curved the corner of his lips, knowing that the two of them had already entered the period of weakness.
Before Rumshii could contact Soya, Soya had already made a video call over, his smiling face popping up on the screen.
Rumshii looked at the name displayed on the communicator, immediately grinding his teeth in anger, his teeth creaking.
"It's this kid Soya, you still dare to contact me on your own initiative?" Rumshii clenched his fists, knuckles turning white, wishing he could reach through the screen and beat up Soya right now.
"Let's see what he has to say first." Sidra suggested, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.
Rumshii nodded, took a deep breath and answered the call, Soya's face clearly visible on the screen.
"Lord Rumshii, there's a very important matter I forgot to tell you." Soya quickly said, his tone carrying just the right amount of apology, "The Combat God Water has side effects, after drinking the Combat God Water, you will enter a period of weakness an hour later. How many times your strength increased, it will decrease by that many times. If my guess is not wrong, your strength has now decreased by 10 times."
Rumshii's face immediately darkened, as if splashed with a basin of ink, gloomy enough to drip water.
Sidra also tightly clenched his fists, knuckles whitening, furious, his chest heaving violently.
You're calling now, isn't it a bit late?
What were you doing earlier?
Why didn't you say it when we drank it!
"Kid, such an important matter, why are you only saying it now?" Rumshii asked angrily, his elephant trunk twisted in anger.
"Lord Rumshii didn't ask at the time." Soya wore an innocent expression, spreading his hands, as if the mistake wasn't his.
"Then I ask you, how long does the period of weakness last?" Sidra took over the conversation, stepping forward to lean closer to the communicator, asking in a cold tone.
"Ah... so Lord Sidra is here too, you've also entered the period of weakness, right?" Soya's voice carried a hint of small surprise, with a touch of teasing.
"Pretend, keep pretending! Don't think I don't know you did it on purpose!" Sidra was furious beyond belief, wishing he could smash the communicator.
"Negative emotional value from Rumshii +999!"
"Negative emotional value from Sidra +999!"
The two again refreshed a considerable amount of negative emotional value for Soya, the screen seemingly vibrating along with it.
Soya was secretly delighted in his heart, but his face still wore that same innocent expression.
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