Human joys and sorrows had never been shared. That had always been an undeniable truth.
Just because Chief Yuan couldn't sense something didn't mean the Second Order involved couldn't.
It wasn't a reliable trigger, but after being struck by Mercy, the critical damage had clearly begun to stack up.
That was also the greatest significance of that hidden sword strike just now.
Now it all depended on how confident Lord Laotian was in his own martial arts.
After all, even with only Calamity Blessing, it seemed unwilling to trade wounds.
The anticipation in Fu Qian's heart lasted less than a single breath.
The two already absurdly long greatswords suddenly grew even larger, and Lord Laotian swung them together in a crossing, scissor-like slash.
The radiance clinging to them was so holy and brilliant that it even illuminated Fu Qian's dark silver armor.
That was right. Faced with the sweeping attack of those two swords, Fu Qian didn't dodge. Instead, he charged straight at them, even summoning the armor Red Moon had just given him to raise his defense to its limit.
Unfortunately, when he collided with the two streaks of swordlight in his Blood Conquest state, the cross-dimensional kill effect didn't appear.
The two swords had already crashed into each other on their own, exploding into a surging mass of feathers and fragments.
Under cover of that dazzling display, the holy figure quickly vanished.
"Where do you think you're going—"
Fu Qian couldn't exactly charge in headfirst against a scene like a storm of light, but that didn't mean he hadn't prepared anything.
He kept charging, then finally emerged from the corner of the storm. He pulled out a pale, withered dragon figurine, locked onto the target's final trace of aura, and activated it.
Typhoid Fear, something he'd picked up