"Bright Moon level Abjuration Spell—Concealed Cold Glint!"
That was the spell Punk had just used, the spell that had suddenly lit up the night sky.
That was right. The Bright Moon Mage had never intended to deliver the second batch of information to Aikar. The speck of light that had flown toward the Bright Moon priest was actually a Bright Moon level spell disguised as data.
At this point, Punk no longer intended to cooperate with the "Pious One." His reason for striking was simple—after two hundred thousand years, "Whisper of Destruction's" Soul Devouring Technique was nearly complete. He no longer needed to consume more experimental material, so there was naturally no reason for his collaborator, Aikar, to keep existing.
Burning the bridge after crossing it?
Perhaps that was exactly what it was. In any case, Punk had not hesitated in the slightest over this despicable act of burning the bridge behind him. In fact, from the very first day their partnership had been established, the sinister caster had already decided to turn on him during its final stage. And in the eyes of "Whisper of Destruction," Aikar had always been destined to be a potential enemy, never the ally he appeared to be.
After all, to put it plainly, this fellow truly knew far too many of Punk's secrets. He had also obtained a great deal of valuable information regarding Piknat's Soul Fusion Technique. Considering that the essence of soul fusion was one soul directly plundering another, while the number of powerful beings in the Multiverse was so limited, the two professionals who hoped to step onto the divine throne through this method had been potential competitors from the start.
If he could eliminate a "potential opponent" whose strength was clearly far inferior to his own, why would the