Given Luo Qi McCarthy's current reputation in the Protos Empire, anyone who tried to assassinate him today would never make it out of Helrom.
Askesang felt his mentality completely explode at that moment.
His true body inside the Deathmatch Barrier nearly fell to the ground, giving the Great Demon Race an opening to kill him.
In the hall, his clone stared at Luo Qi McCarthy in the audience.
At this closest of distances, he was known as untouchable.
The confident, smug smile originally plastered across Askesang's clone's face froze, as if he could hardly believe what he was seeing.
Who would dare approach this conspicuous show-off for no reason?
And why? Why was Luo Qi McCarthy the Overlord Holy Son!?
Shouldn't Luo Qi McCarthy have been his honorary priest, as well as his supporter?
No matter who had probed Luo Qi McCarthy earlier, he had always said that he favored the Nirvana Bishop. Could all of that have been fake?
So the bastard who had blown him up with wolves in the Northern Border Province was actually the powerful figure who stood at the highest point of the imperial capital, Helrom, hiding his brilliance and biding his time like a powerless mortal!
Inside the Deathmatch Arena, Askesang's expression shifted from shock to confusion and fury.
His brows twisted, and the corners of his mouth began to tremble. After a moment of stunned silence, his pent-up emotions erupted.
Askesang's mental collapse had clearly distorted his control inside the Deathmatch Arena.
The Three Illusion Demons did not even need Talent Magic. They struck Askesang with several consecutive fatal wounds!
The crushing pressure of reality made Askesang's body unbearably heavy. He struggled desperately, as if his instincts for survival and battle had once again forced him to open up some distance.
He tried