Vivian Showed Her Hand
In this Plane War, let alone the Bagshaw Family's Seven-Star Devils, even whether Mosi, a Purgatory Commander, could survive was questionable.
Yet Mosi and the Bagshaw Family behind him were like ants before Wyatt. How could Mosi possibly resist?
Going to the Plane Battlefield meant a narrow chance of survival, but refusing meant certain death!
Anyone in their right mind should have known what choice to make at a time like this.
Since Wyatt had spoken to Mosi through divine sense transmission, Vivian and the others had not heard any of it.
"What's wrong? You don't want to?"
Seeing Mosi's expression, Wyatt smiled faintly and spoke calmly.
"No! My lord must be joking. For you to give the Bagshaw Family an opportunity, I am already deeply grateful."
Mosi gave a dry laugh and immediately shook his head in denial.
Only Overgods would care about the outcome of the final battle on the Plane Battlefield. There was an eighty percent chance that this lord before me was an Overgod!
As a Purgatory Commander, Mosi had participated in more than one Plane War, so he knew some of the secrets from the rumors.
The more he thought about the young man standing before him, who had just attacked him, being an Overgod, the more Mosi trembled inwardly.
What kind of existence had a descendant of the Bagshaw Family provoked?
Thinking of this, Mosi could not help glancing toward where Sekla had fallen. Sekla had long since been reduced to a pool of blood. If he could, Mosi truly wanted to revive Sekla, then kill that bastard over and over again.
"Let's go."
Wyatt glanced at Vivian, who had remained by his side, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Watching Wyatt and Vivian leave, Mosi and the