Duge's lips curled up as he reached out to slash at Thorne God-king's wrist.
Just as his hand broke through Thorne God-king's Force Field Shield, he grasped at nothing.
The First Saint had timely used a spatial channel to move Thorne God-king out of the way.
Thorne God-king was furious, "Saint, help me, I must get the Origin of Mankind..."
"God-king, restrain yourself, you've been tricked," the First Saint shouted. "Your face is already covered in the character for 'fish.' Once he touches you, you'll become his puppet."
"..." Thorne God-king shivered. "On my face?"
A mirror appeared in front of Thorne God-king, reflecting his countenance.
Looking at the dense fish characters on his face, Thorne God-king was startled, "When did he write these?"
