Hovering in mid-air, Zuo Qiuyong looked down at Li Sui, Li Huowang, Bai Lingmiao, and Touzi below. Even though they had just successfully executed a plan to kill his other half, the Zuo Qiuyong in the sky showed no signs of taking them seriously.
"Oh, my. I admit I underestimated you. I didn't expect you lot could coordinate so well. But if you think you can win with a little trick like that—win against me, a Fate Commander of the flesh—then I'm afraid you've thought wrong."
Li Huowang glared fiercely at the smug old eunuch before him. "You're a Fate Commander? Do you think I'm not?"
The next moment, Li Sui moved to Li Huowang's side, peeled back the skin on his back, and drilled inside with its dense mass of tentacles and human heads. The black, head-studded tentacles swelled from within, bursting out from all over Li Huowang's body, writhing and lashing through the air.
