The Lord was gone.
Decisive people were decisive in everything, whether it was launching one attack after another without wasting a single expression earlier, or making a decisive escape now.
Fu Qian was fairly certain that the change that had occurred to the Lord on the spot when the meteor fell wasn't simply a matter of concealment.
It was a transformation into a state similar to the method he'd used to ambush Fu Qian earlier. It allowed him to enter the fray himself and mislead Fu Qian into thinking he was still within the attack's range, all while escaping unharmed.
Fu Qian had once been capable of something similar. Blood Conquest, for instance, was a more advanced version.
What a pity. He couldn't bring his ring in this time, let alone use it.
In short, the Lord was not only decisive, but had also made thorough preparations long ago, waiting for the ultimate move to fall so he could clean up the battlefield and finish off the survivors.
But after seeing the results of that ultimate move, he'd clearly realized how hollow and meaningless life was. With an air like someone renouncing the world, he'd left at once.
Though there was no need to be so nervous. Fu Qian hadn't planned to keep him here anyway.
Whether or not he was a team player, judging by what Ballard had said earlier, the Lord still had a few like-minded associates.
They could probably find some way to help spread the Great Fortune Ming King's fame.
Something was off about this mission.
Not because there were too many abnormalities, but because things were too normal.
Yes, even though "the Prophet was dead," in Fu Qian's eyes, Unseen Hill still wasn't enough of a problem to make Warehouse trouble him again.
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