"Cooperating with you would be like bargaining with a tiger. You can forget about it." Lu Yang flew on, his voice cold.
[Lost God] said, "You don't trust me, that's all. How about this: we can both swear a Heavenly Oath. I'll help you escape, and in return, once this is over, you'll let me go!"
"Quit your blather!" Lu Yang snorted coldly. A streak of pitch-black lightning struck [Lost God], making him convulse from head to toe.
To be sure, when cornered, staying alive mattered more than anything. He could even give up on joining Shanhetal.
If the man and demon swore a Heavenly Oath to each other and agreed to cooperate, either one who dared break it would suffer the backlash of Heaven.
But although a Heavenly Oath could not be broken, there could still be loopholes. The demonic path was full of devious schemes. If [Lost God] exploited one of those loopholes while they were escaping, Lu Yang might end up taking the fall for him, becoming a stepping-stone to [Lost God]'s survival.
In such a chaotic, high-pressure situation, even Lu Yang, with his meticulous mind, could not be sure he would spot a flaw in the other party's oath amid the confusion.
Of course, none of that was the main reason Lu Yang refused [Lost God].
The key was that [Lost God] simply wasn't strong enough to tempt him.
If it were [Meng Po God] speaking instead, Lu Yang would take his chances, even knowing the Heavenly Oath might contain a trap.
The three sides could match wits and courage, perhaps winning him a slender chance at survival.
But the one making this suggestion was only [Lost God].
Like Lu Yang's amplification technique, his fortune-based ability required a certain recovery period after each use. He couldn't