That hellish reaction spoke volumes.
Watching Mad Spirit flee for its life, Fu Qian was certain his guess was right.
This doll really was Mr. Luo's last resort.
Most likely, after his body had been smashed to pieces, he'd used their complete synchronization just now to transfer his will into Mad Spirit.
The direction he'd chosen to run was interesting, too.
He was heading straight for the island, quickly circling around the towering Foolish Tree before making for the center.
"You... aren't you going after him?"
One of the only two survivors, the Archer, couldn't help asking.
Fu Qian looked bizarre and terrifying, but Mr. Luo had just tried to kill them. It went without saying which of the two was the greater threat.
He really hoped Fu Qian would cut the man down.
"You actually have time to worry about that?"
Unexpectedly, the tentacles behind Fu Qian all turned around at once, pointing at the two of them from afar.
"You have ten seconds."
Delin and the Archer had never imagined Fu Qian would turn on them the moment he turned around. For a moment, they were scared out of their wits.
The next instant, both reacted the exact same way: they ran for their lives in the direction they'd come from.
Only after the two had disappeared did the old tree-man, Ailei, let out a deep groan and shift his body.
His only eye was on the charred half of his body, so he could no longer use it to see what was happening.
As he moved, the little girl's head appeared above him. She was sprawled across a branch, coughing repeatedly.
The situation was obvious.
He'd told her to find somewhere to hide, and she'd gone and hidden in the tree.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a