"I want to know, what will be the outcome of this battle for our Divine Sect?"
Feng Kexiu pressed.
The Divine Calculator knew he couldn't avoid it.
In front of Feng Kexiu and a group of Elders, he formed seals and began to divine again.
After a while, countless cracks appeared all over his body, yet no blood flowed out, because his blood had already dried up; at last, his skin peeled off and even his eyeballs fell out.
From a skin-and-bones old man, he became a skeleton streaked with blood lines.
He finally said, "The Divine Sect's Fortune is spent. This battle will end the same whether we fight or not."
"Creak!"
After those words, the skeleton turned to dust before everyone and dissipated.
"What did he say?"
"Fortune is spent?"
"Our Divine Sect is in its prime—how could our Fortune be spent?"
"What bullshit Celestial Calculation Divine Heir, Sect Leader, don't listen to him."
