It was Kadman, all right.
While most of the people on the two sides, separated by thousands of kilometers, could only make deductions and guesses based on visual similarities and the logic of events, Goto Yoshi had already found conclusive evidence through his special ability.
From the perspective of mutual interference, the humanoid outline within the "Lava Saliva" had already been distorted beyond recognition by Ugly Monkey's violent aura. Yet as long as one could grasp the most essential core within it and trace the chain of causality backward, it was still possible to reconstruct it.
Kadman was a Body Cultivator and ordinarily could not achieve the effect of having his Yin Spirit leave his body. Mister Mo had considered that, however. He had used the Lava Saliva to create a temporary Container—or rather, a "cage"—drawing Kadman's Soul Body over and producing a fairly complete projection.
If Kadman did not mind, there would be no issue with treating that mass of "saliva" as a body.
Goto Yoshi had seen through certain things, but the price was severe physical discomfort—his eye sockets burned, and his yellowed eyeballs twitched faintly, tugging at his eyelids and the network of blood vessels around them, forcing an increased blood supply to offset the depletion caused by his "special vision."
Goto Yoshi was truly struggling. The uncanny workings of his eyeballs had surpassed the upper limit of his conscious control. Fortunately, his efforts had yielded corresponding results.
And he had discovered even more.
In Goto Yoshi's eyes, the projection area now resembled a sinister mirror. It reflected only the most crucial parts, while grotesquely distorting every other element.
At the two ends of this mirror, whether it was the negotiating parties in Di City's conference room, closely connected to Kadman, or the Heavenly Host, who were