Just as he was paying close attention to things, there was no way demigod Kelson wouldn't keep a close eye on someone as mysteriously dangerous as him, especially with such meticulous planning.
Besides, he hadn't even tried to conceal his presence.
So saving someone didn't necessarily mean giving up the golden throne.
Of course, he still seemed to be a little short on strength.
Seeing demigod Kelson hesitate briefly before unleashing another furious barrage of lightning, scorching the suspected Oathbreaker into a sorry state, Fu Qian shook his head with a sigh.
He was clearly willing to risk drawing the attention of a powerful enemy to achieve his goal first.
With victory so close, it was a reasonable choice.
How about this, then?
The next moment, Fu Qian took out the Witch's bestowed mask and put it on.
Kelson finally stopped.
For an instant, Fu Qian felt as if invisible sparks of lightning were flickering throughout the entire hall.
Clearly, that greeting had finally been forceful enough.
Kelson's hair blazed like blue flames as he stared coldly in Fu Qian's direction, perfectly embodying the phrase "masterful as a smith at his forge."
Taking advantage of the opening, the desperate runner finally caught a breath. Its gorgeous tail flame flickered repeatedly before it quickly slipped into the void.
The only problem was that it hadn't quite vanished completely.
Fu Qian frowned slightly and stared in that direction.
The concealment itself was impressive. Even at this distance, he could no longer sense the target.
But why was the tail flame still there?
Had the lightning sprung an oil leak?
It wasn't just a figure of speech. At the spot where the suspected Oathbreaker had disappeared, a flock of semi-transparent, one-winged butterflies was fluttering about, even tracing different curves as they darted