The Butcher Hunter's intervention instantly threw the entire battle into chaos.
Ding Moluo and Sainsai, meanwhile, also launched into an intense discussion at once.
Staring at the spot where Oko and Fente had vanished, Sainsai exclaimed hesitantly:
"Ding Moluo, could that have been...?"
Ding Moluo fixed his gaze in the same direction. Both his eyelids twitched sharply twice before he replied with a grim expression:
"Yeah, your guess is right. Over the past few years, I watched 'him' use that method hundreds of times with my own eyes. Without a doubt, this was the work of that damned butcher!"
Sainsai drew a sharp breath and murmured in incredulous amazement:
"I thought he had already flown far away and would never appear before us again. I never expected him to choose a moment like this to return. Could he have been watching our movements from the shadows all along?"
Ding Moluo gave a cold snort, his face full of disdain.
"Heh! Return? That makes it sound nice! With his abilities, if he truly intended to return, he would have freed us from this relic world long ago!"
"Right now, that bastard is completely standing outside the affair and watching the show!"
"No—rather, from the very beginning years ago, his ass was never seated on the same side as ours!"
"Whether Clowns or Hunters, in his eyes, they're all just a pack of monkeys for his amusement!"
"Just like that damn old bastard of a Headmaster!"
"Other than each possessing a Divine Artifact, those two bastards have one more thing in common: they're both arrogant, wildly self-centered assholes!"
After listening to Ding Moluo's tirade, Sainsai replied calmly:
"So what do we do now? He took Fente and that female Hunter away together. Next, he may turn his spearhead toward us."
Ding Moluo