Is that it?
Fu Qian was fairly certain the other man hadn't used this form to disguise himself, slip into hiding, and wait for a chance to strike.
The White-faced Man's presence had vanished completely, without a trace, as if he'd never been there.
And just a moment ago, he'd looked ready to unleash his power and transform. The contrast was so stark it was like a fully powered hero falling off a cliff before he could even reach the Demon King.
Sigh—
For a moment, even Fu Qian couldn't help sighing at the other man's unfulfilled ambition.
Of course, he could believe that Dr. Dorian felt no less dejected right now.
The Combined Skill of the two Xilaliyas had been broken. If Dorian wanted to keep Fu Qian trapped here—or even treat him like the other outsiders—then the White-faced Man had seemed to be the last one who might get the job done. And now things had ended in such disappointment.
Had he put too much pressure on him after all?
To be fair, Dorian had done pretty well.
A pure combatant of the Second Order should theoretically have been more than enough. It was hard to imagine many outsiders who could handle one.
Though as far as Fu Qian was concerned, he hadn't seen anything impressive from Dorian before he overloaded and died.
Whatever the case, reality was cruel.
Standing alone in the cold night, Fu Qian had no intention of going back to the church to chat for a few bucks.
He'd seen all the splendor there was to see. There was no reason to stick around; it was time to return to reality and have a proper talk with Dr. Dorian, who was now out of work.
As expected, for all its grandeur, Dr. Dorian's