For a brief moment, Fu Qian thought he saw a brilliant firework.
The little puppet had clearly failed to withstand his powerful blow. It instantly fell apart, splattering in every direction, its flesh marked with bizarre patterns.
This firework, steeped in chaos and blasphemy, collided the next moment with a dazzling curtain of light.
At the center of the curtain stood Ariel, whose gaze was as pure as a saint's.
The surging white light was nearly as thick as fire, instantly suppressing the chaotic filth.
And with his connection to Fu Qian severed, the curse had lost its host. It was quickly purified without a trace.
"What are you doing?"
Everything had happened in a flash. By the time the curtain of light had receded and the surroundings returned to normal, Weihle was staring at Fu Qian, undisguised murderous intent in his voice.
Ariel stood beside him. He said nothing, but stared in Fu Qian's direction as well, releasing the full pressure of a divine envoy without restraint.
Faced with this scene, Fu Qian didn't rush to answer Weihle's question. Instead, he noticed something else: Ariel's purification skill just now had undoubtedly been a large-scale AOE.
Besides purifying the remnants of the Blood God Curse, it had also dispelled the environment Weihle had created for Crow Feather's manifestation.
As a result, the landlord Old Man now looked as if he'd lost connection. He stared blankly in their direction and still hadn't spoken.
"The balance suddenly became difficult to maintain, so I had to go with the flow. As long as I could separate the corruption from myself, that was what mattered, right? It didn't matter which side it was on."
After looking around, Fu Qian finally explained.
"You think I'll believe that? Everything was fine before, and then suddenly you