The God of Conspiracy's resurrection did not escape Sui Xiong's notice.
Sui Xiong had to admit, he greatly admired the fact that this fellow could even stage a salted fish's flip after dying.
Throughout the ages, countless gods had fallen, but few had managed to return to life. The vast majority of resurrected gods had relied on others' aid and rare strokes of luck. Those who revived through arrangements they had made while alive were fewer still.
The God of Conspiracy was one of them.
When that glowing phantom appeared, Sui Xiong had already noticed it. But since it had not caused any harm to the mortal world, he saw no need to interfere.
It was perfectly normal for the fishmen to want to create a god for their own race. There was no reason for him to stop them.
Later, when that glowing phantom thrust a spear through Yusila's incarnation and seized Yusila's power through the fishmen's massive sacrifice, Sui Xiong finally sensed that something was amiss.
Was that really some god of the fishmen?
He was not entirely sure.
As the phantom grew increasingly distinct, Sui Xiong finally detected a trace of familiar aura within it.
At the time, he could not help wanting to blurt out, "What the fuck."
That aura... wasn't it the fucking God of Conspiracy?!
Just when had that bastard left behind such an arrangement? And how exactly had he hoodwinked the fishmen into pouring out the strength of their entire race to help him resurrect?
Amazing! Truly amazing!
Sui Xiong could not help praising him again and again, even as his vigilance toward the God of Conspiracy rose considerably.
This fellow was simply... dangerous!
Yet when the God of Conspiracy truly finished resurrecting, Sui Xiong discovered that he had still underestimated him.
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