What does it feel like when your trump card is instantly taken by your opponent?
At least Lu Ping'an found it refreshing.
"...Not one of Lin Nu's direct subordinates? Probably not, this scent should belong to a South Asian God of Life's bloodline."
"Uh, are you sure it's a bloodline and not a pet... Oh, it's the Beast-faced God from South Asia, that indeed....."
After a subtle regional dig, Lu Ping'an's attention remained focused on the battlefront.
Taking an opponent's piece doesn't mean the end..... but if it's a piece from another God of Life, it might be more effective at this time than Lin Nu's main force.
"Even if those Gods of Life don't betray, they'll probably just slack off..."
Lu Ping'an had no intention of getting those Gods of Life to fight alongside him... the long coexistence with survival of the fittest is his most reliable path to victory.
If you can win lying down, why come down to fight to the death with the opponent.
