"What!?" Atticus's expression changed drastically!
He had never dreamed that someone would come knocking on his door one day.
This completely overturned everything he knew. He had schemed countless powerful enemies to their deaths before, and those people never even knew who had done it until they died.
He greatly enjoyed hiding behind the scenes and toying with the fates of all living things, like a ruler standing high above them.
But now, he had only just begun plotting, his conspiracy had not even taken shape, and they had already come!?
"You... Aah!!"
Just as Atticus tried to resist, countless crimson threads emerged from Bai Ye's five fingers, as though that hand were bleeding. Dark red blood gradually covered the diviner's face.
As the threads entered his body, he lost control of it like a puppet on strings.
The Flesh Prison God governed flesh and blood.
With Bai Ye, who possessed Flesh Prison Divine Power, getting close to him, this diviner, who was already poor at frontal combat, lost control over his own flesh almost instantly.
Then, immense force pulled at his scalp. Atticus's white hair instantly stretched taut and even snapped, and his entire body was dragged over and slammed onto the ground.
This mysterious and eerie diviner screamed miserably on the ground like a wild dog with broken legs.
Bang!
A foot stomped viciously onto his weathered face and ground down hard. The sound of cracking bones rang out at once.
Then came a feral laugh. The entire sequence flowed seamlessly, so fast that even Leif, who was still immersed in shock nearby, failed to react.
He stood frozen in place as if stupefied, his mind temporarily shutting down.
The Fate Middle Finger, who stood high above all else and toyed with the fates of living beings, had