In fact, not only Akasha and her companion, but even the Demigods who had rushed halfway, were equally perplexed at the moment.
They watched as Fu Qian, with half his neck missing, sat there while his flesh and blood softly restored itself; almost everyone pondered the causes and consequences in silence.
Even Fu Qian himself was looking at his own right hand, lost in thought.
With the end of Visceral Critical Strike, the details of just a moment ago had become hazy; he couldn't even recall what his target looked like.
The only certainty was that he had utterly destroyed a "hero" named Ballard with a rather malevolent posture.
"The Prophet apologizes for his rudeness just now and hopes to have another discussion with you," said Akasha suddenly, looking seriously at Fu Qian.
Even after she had spoken, her brow visibly relaxed slightly.
"Sure, I'll be waiting right here," replied Fu Qian, unwilling to give up his lunch, while inwardly giving a nod of admiration.
