Zane felt that something was off.
But...
After waiting so long and finally encountering a prey here, how could he just let it go?
He had lingered in the Evil God space for too long. A sacrifice had finally appeared—surely he had to enjoy a proper feast?
Zane looked at Fang Heng, and unknowingly, he was influenced by Fang Heng's gaze, his eyes filling with an indescribable desire and greed.
Devour him!
This brat was not weak; perhaps he could restore some of his own strength.
Fang Heng had already perceived that something was watching him in the shadows.
Yet the ghost fog surrounding him was extremely strange.
Very interesting.
Fang Heng remained calm for the moment, releasing his perception to search the surroundings, focusing his attention on the illusions emerging from the dark fog.
Was it about to make a move?
Fang Heng reached out with a virtual grip, and a dark scythe, highly condensed from blood, appeared in his palm.
"Whoosh!"
