Angui's purpose in coming here was perfectly clear: he had come to kill.
It seemed he had already made a very conservative estimate of Fu Qian's strength, even going so far as to trap him before showing himself.
Perhaps it was precisely because he was so confident that everything was under his control that he spoke so freely in response to Fu Qian's questions.
Of course, Angui had gotten something out of it, too. Fu Qian's reply had seemingly confirmed some of his suspicions about Ji Yicheng's actions.
The plan had been to let Fu Qian experience despair, use the opportunity to confirm the finer details of the intelligence, and then cleanly take care of everything.
Perfect!
Unfortunately, the world-shaking attack before him had thrown everything off course.
Angui had never imagined that the person standing before him would be a demigod.
Amid the deafening boom, hundreds upon hundreds of tendrils burst from Fu Qian and crushed everything around them in an instant.
But the next moment, something strange happened. As the tendrils ran rampant, the flying splinters and stones did not turn into scraps. Instead, they rolled together and congealed once more, desperately trying to restore the room to its original form.
Of course, given the haphazard mixture of materials, they couldn't quite recreate its original appearance.
At a glance, one could see glass and wooden boards embedded in the walls, a cabinet made of sand and stone, and even a quilt made of paper.
The room seemed to have become a living whole. After being smashed to mush, it healed on the spot in an instant.
And in the blink of an eye, everything in the room even began gathering around Fu Qian, like teeth preparing to chew their food.
Angui's figure had long since vanished. Even Fu