"How did you guess?"
Fang Mo's voice was steady and cold, like ice congealed in the depths of winter. Even though four Level 5 Liquid Metal Warriors had surrounded him, even though the will of that Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior had locked onto his aura like iron pincers, there was not the slightest trace of panic on his face.
With the relaxed air of someone who could finally lay his cards on the table, Farrow leaned against the edge of the main control console.
"You're too confident, Fang Mo!"
He no longer called him "Rost," nor did he probe any further. Those two words left his mouth like a hunter finally announcing his prey's name after driving it into a dead end.
"Your illusion technique truly is superb. Whether it was your aura, appearance, energy fluctuations, or even the frequency of the Liquid Metal Battle Armor, you imitated them perfectly."
He paused.
"But your mistake was letting 'Kerry' and 'Rost' appear at the same time. And you never should have come before me. You underestimated how deeply someone hated you!"
"Fang Mo, I sensed your aura the moment you appeared!" At that moment, Thorne stepped forward. His eyes fixed on Fang Mo with intense hatred as he gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Mo, you must die here today. I said it—even the immortals can't save you!"
Fang Mo's gaze flickered slightly, but he said nothing.
Farrow took a step forward and sneered.
"Fang Mo, I don't know whether you're bold or ignorant. Not only did you dare show up here, you even dared make a move. Do you really think the Entropy-Dimensional Prophet of our Mechanical Empire is just for show? Your energy fluctuations deceived us, but they couldn't deceive the prophet!"
Fang Mo's heart tightened. Sure enough,