Immersed in such smooth sailing, people are always prone to a kind of illusion, always feeling that the world should be like this, operating according to their own thoughts.
Lu Ba had just been directly devoured by the Masked Demon, which reflected Fujisaki Kouta's rage. He should have been calmer, more rational...
"Is it this person?"
In the sky, the figure closest to Visakha was a robust man with long black hair wearing a traditional kimono, his face covered with a white cloth. The Divine Artifacts around him were all uniformly dressed in white kimonos.
He looked at those Masked Demons devouring Lu Ba, then his gaze locked onto the furious Fujisaki Kouta, casually waving his hand: "In the name of Lord Palace God, today here, we shall hunt down the mage and kill him directly. This time, don't let him reincarnate again..."
The Divine Artifacts around him, those figures in white kimonos, swiftly dove down like falcons swooping on their prey.
