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"Who gave you the courage to speak to Camus Grelada from such a close distance, let alone for more than ten seconds?"
In the café, Camus's tone had completely changed, the previously sincere and fearful demeanor was gone.
At the same time, the tentacles that were originally entwined around him had also all turned into a bizarre state covered with eyeballs, losing their binding force.
Faced with such an unprecedented spectacle, Fu Qian curiously sized it up and down and didn't rush to react.
"Indeed, you're not normal."
Upon seeing this, Camus revealed a hint of a cold smile.
"Do you feel your body is a mess, with a growing sense of losing control?"
"I said a normally ascended demigod, how could one end up like this, not even showing the Mythical Form."
"Although changing one's appearance is nothing for Transcendents, as a senior Transcendent with soul abilities, I can clearly sense the exuberance in your consciousness."
