Certainly! Here's the translation:
"Tsk!"
Behind them, the Seam God watched as the elite team swiftly broke through the encirclement, his army of Stitch Beasts unable to stop them. He couldn't help but curl his lips in disdain.
"But did you think directly attacking me would work? Such naivety!"
After all, he was the Seam God—frankly, every Stitch Beast was nothing more than a toy crafted by his hands. If he could stitch these toys together, then naturally, he could also stitch himself.
Theoretically, apart from the God of Decapitation, no physical attack could harm him. At most, it would consume a bit more of his Divine Power...
While plotting how to plunge the group into deeper despair, the Seam God didn't waste time—his fingers moved rapidly, controlling the Stitch Beasts to launch fiercer assaults to hinder them.
The desperate charge proved effective, and one by one, members of the Dagger Team were separated from the group, held back by the Stitch Beasts.
