Bat

Hmm? Does this Ink Dragon want me dead that badly?

Fang Yuan's expression shifted.

Before, one could have said he was simply deploying troops at random, but this move was clearly deliberate attrition. Anyone with eyes could see it.

Unfortunately, not a single one of the Deities aboard the ship spoke up to argue.

After all, Mo Long was the commander of the Haotian Department and held the mandate of righteousness.

What's more, if they spoke out and Mo Long recalled Mountain Water Lord and sent them in his place, wouldn't that be disastrous?

This was the sorrow of the weak, crushed beneath the heel of the powerful.

Fang Yuan shot Ink Dragon Ancient God a deep glance, transformed into a streak of sword light, and charged straight into the giant swarm of bats.

Something's not right... Could someone outside have stirred things up? Duke Donglin? Or Consort Yun Xiang?

His mind was clear, and he immediately realized what might be happening.

To make him release that existence, Consort Yun Xiang would stop at nothing to cut off his retreat.

While he had been in seclusion, she'd had plenty of time to make her moves—perhaps sowing discord between him and the other Ancient Gods of the Heavenly Court.

It was even possible she'd directly hinted to Mo Long that Fang Yuan should be sent on a mission from which he'd never return.

If it were me, I'd make sure to pass the buck in secret. For instance, I'd provoke Duke Donglin into killing me. That would be airtight, with not a single drop leaking through...

Fang Yuan's eyes turned cold. As sword qi howled, one Demon Commander after another crashed to the ground.

"Deity, you dare!"

The Heavenly Immortal-level monster flew into a rage and swooped down. "Form ranks! Great