"The so-called final preparations are of course meaningful."
When Fu Qian appeared by the long table, the entire warehouse seemed to ripple.
Almost instantaneously, he flung two masks into the distance.
Accompanied by violent coughing, chunks of flesh were spat onto the ground by him.
Even separated from the body, the latter continued to thrash with undiminished vitality, wriggling and stretching into strips, attempting to coalesce into various misaligned circles.
The next moment, Fu Qian snapped his fingers, activating the Return Edict.
The strips of flesh's movements instantly slowed, quickly dissipating under the warehouse's suppression.
The eerie patterns on his body also slowed in their spread.
A few seconds later, the warehouse too seemed to have adjusted to this sudden change, returning to silence.
The reason was quite simple—the effect of the Pseudo-Divine Being had ended, and his own ranking had fallen back to Demigod.
Fu Qian plonked down into a chair.
