His eyes darted around quickly, making a swift decision.
Then, this dark-skinned man suddenly distanced himself from the latter, his movents so abrupt as if it were a reflex from being electrocuted. He then pointed his finger directly at the other's nose and began to hurl insults unabashedly.
"You demon, can you see it now?! Lord Visakha has already arrived, your ambition is nothing but a joke..."
He was determined to put on a show, to let his master and colleagues see that he too was a loyal divine artifact—besides, Fujisaki Kouta should be able to understand this. After all, as long as he cooperated with him, there would still be green hills and plenty of wood to burn, he could still find an opportunity to overthrow Visakha with him.
However.
Lu Ba might be thinking ideally, but that doesn't an things would develop as he expected.
In the midst of his furious cursing, as if there were irreconcilable hatred between them, his words suddenly stopped, overridden by the sensation that sothing had appeared in the shadow covering him.
Instinctively, he looked up, his pupils contracting to the limit, reflecting the image of a demon wearing a mask with an eyeball pattern, and the rapidly magnifying abyssal maw in his vision—a perilous and deadly horrifying scene!
"No! No no no! It's not like that!"
"Listen to ! Just listen! I'm just putting on a show, I'm still on your side, listen to ..."
"Ahhhh——"
The incoherent explanations, made frantic and chaotic by extre fear, unfortunately changed nothing. The scene ended with a terrible scream of despair that even stopped abruptly midway.
"Lu Ba!!"
With a piercing scream, Visakha, who had just returned to the human world, directly witnessed this horrifying scene, her face turning deathly pale in an instant. Not only was her spirit impacted and hard by her divine artifact being devoured by a masked demon, but also due to her own psychological trauma.
She had promised to protect them, promised to never let her divine artifacts go wrong before her eyes again!
Yet, this tragedy had replayed itself right before her eyes, with her watching helplessly as Lu Ba died!
For a mont, the golden-haired Valkyrie was completely unable to accept it.
"Can't you co to your senses, didn't you hear his last words?" Standing on another building not far away, Gu Mo enjoyed the evening breeze, stretching lazily while looking at Visakha, who was overwheld by the shock.
Being responsible for divine artifacts is a good thing, gods as conscientious as her are rare... but Gu Mo also thought she was a bit obsessed.
That obviously traitorous remark just now, wasn't it quite clear? This guy obviously had a change of heart, right?
Even Zhao Ma and other divine artifacts were bewildered, mourning for Lu Ba who was devoured by the masked demon while also harboring imnse hatred for this exposed traitor... The master treated them so well, and as soon as this demon appeared, you betrayed? Have you no conscience!
Saddened by years of camaraderie, yet filled with hateful fury due to betrayal.
"So it was you... alright, alright! I was careless, didn't expect to be outsmarted by you..."
Fujisaki Kouta didn't even glance at Lu Ba who was being devoured by his own masked demon, instead, his gaze ice-cold and enraged, fixated on a figure in the night sky. The mont Gu Mo spoke, his attention naturally shifted over.
Then, in that instant, he understood everything completely, simultaneously filled with an extraordinary anger, for the other person was precisely the target he had been painstakingly preparing to deal with for this ti.
But at this mont, it was clear that his plans had no ti to be utilized, yet the opponent had leisurely made a move, cornering him in a crisis.
The feeling was maddeningly frustrating — clearly having the upper hand, having long prepared for this, ready to act… All these clear advantages accumulated, yet at the last mont, the situation turned abruptly, the scenario completely reversed.
"It's , isn't it surprising, isn't it unexpected?"
Gu Mo said with a cheerful smile, simultaneously giving Fujisaki Kouta, whose gaze showed a murderous intent, a thumbs up, his deanor composed and asured, seemingly in full control of the situation, confidently having the upper hand.
He knew that the more he acted like this, the more the mindset of the old monster opposite would be on the verge of exploding.
Indeed, Fujisaki Kouta's face, which didn't belong to him, flushed a deep red, anger reaching an uncontainable peak.
Monts earlier, he had been arrogantly feeling that his plans were foolproof, only to discover that he was the clown after all… This overwhelming sense of sha and anger would be enough to drive anyone to lose tranquility and reason, especially soone like Fujisaki Kouta, who had effortlessly coasted through countless years, doing as he pleased.
He thought he was hiding in the shadows, calculating every aspect of the world, both famous and obscure gods were toys in his hands. Even massive entities like the High Celestial Plain regarded him as taboo, yet they could do nothing against him, as he always managed to swiftly resolve any trouble…
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