Clash

Tao Yu suddenly tossed aside that mass of flesh and blood, immediately changing the expressions of everyone present.

Aside from Tao Yu, who allowed Patriarch Bright to secretly attempt to return, the other three all gave off varying degrees of hostility.

Dailan, who had just attacked Bredt and offered her allegiance, wore a gloomy expression, her wrinkles forming deep furrows.

"Looks like Your Excellency intends to make an enemy of the Witch Church. Are you planning to let him return and report this old woman?"

As she spoke, several paper figures seemed to materialize out of thin air in the space beside Tao Yu. They appeared to form a faint array, resonating with one another.

The instant they appeared, they abruptly collapsed inward all at once.

There was no violent explosion, nor much of a shock wave. It seemed they were meant to annihilate everything inside!

Dailan hadn't expected a single move to kill their enemy. As she made her arrangements, she swiftly sent her thoughts to Kamishiro Rize and "Truth."

"He wants to let Patriarch Bright return. If he makes it back, I'll probably have a hard time maintaining my position among the Pioneers. I'll have no choice but to flee into the Gray Fog, and my ability to gather information will drop drastically."

"I know what to do."

"Truth" nodded as well, but just as he raised a finger, preparing to act—

A thin red line suddenly appeared on it.

"Hm?"

"Truth's" pupils contracted slightly. The next moment, his finger snapped off, and a viscous, black, twisted liquid gushed from the wound!

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Truth simply raised a hand and wiped the wound. It twisted shut, and a new finger grew in its place. His expression darkened as he looked in another direction.

"As expected,