After the God of Conspiracy finished his piece, his figure gradually disappeared. It was clear that this cloned body was almost at its limit. There was no way it could hold out any longer.
Perhaps it was because his noumenon was also reaching its limit, or maybe it was because he was unwilling to waste the little power he had left. but regardless, he looked at Sui Xiong, and with a silent laugh, he fully transformed into countless light spots.
Sui Xiong hung his head low in deep thought as he pondered over the choice he should make.
From an emotional standpoint, he absolutely did not want to follow the plan of the God of Conspiracy. Even if the God of Conspiracy had a point, he was still unwilling to follow it.
And this was not merely a matter of emotions; it was also a matter of interest.
