Horror of the Olden Days
Chapter 972

Prism (35)

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Was this the legendary feint?

It looked like he was about to channel his power into the cat to draw my attention, then suddenly changed targets and freed Masked Brother instead. That micro-level control was truly top-notch.

As expected, one could never let one's guard down!

But as everyone knew, if you were relying on micro-level control to save your life, that meant the "overwhelm them with numbers" approach had already failed.

So even though Masked Brother's aura was visibly surging, reaching the demigod level in the blink of an eye, Fu Qian was actually quite pleased.

The one behind him seemed to have run out of better options.

Fu Qian didn't know what Masked Brother thought, but he'd never considered him any kind of opponent.

He lacked imagination and didn't dare take the slightest risk, preferring to snuff out every threat before it could take root.

That typical "invincible against the weak" style might look fierce and unstoppable, but Fu Qian didn't think he could best Qing in many situations.

Completing the mission would have been easy. Just shoot Masked Brother in the head, then toss the cat straight into the "Well."

But for Fu Qian, ever since the Tyrant had been developed, simply completing the mission had ceased to be the goal.

From that moment on, he had the means to explore the truth behind the mission and find out what enormous crisis might be brewing.

He was only a demigod now, and his form was still restricted.

But even if a True God appeared before him, Fu Qian was completely confident he had a contingency plan and could make his escape at his leisure.

"Your composure is admirable, but also incredibly irritating!"

At that moment, Masked Brother had clearly completed his transformation, and his voice was

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