The breath of the Evil God!
Uerta took a step back, his expression becoming grave.
"It's Bajatos' minions."
Ave said calmly, "Mr. Uerta, we share a common purpose. It seems we've long been targeted by the Evil God."
Indeed,
The Evil God Bajatos had infiltrated the Emperor's Sword, intending to overthrow the meeting that would decide the future direction of the world.
Uerta's expression was uncertain as he approached the bloodstain on the ground, bending down and placing his three-fingered hand on the viscous liquid.
After a piercing chill, his gaze seemed to traverse countless planes, entering a scarlet plane.
In just an instant, the twisted creation nearly overwhelmed his sanity.
Uerta fell to the ground, his chest heaving violently.
After a long time, he finally said, "You're right, I almost fell into the Evil God's trap, becoming a traitor to the tribe! I will go with you to the Western Continent to inform the Deep Sea Council of this news."
