It shot Xu Yunfan one last, vicious glare. Ice-blue Divine Power erupted from its body, and wrapped in a maelstrom of wind and snow, it transformed into a pathetic streak of light, fleeing toward the depths of the ice plains.
It fled frantically toward the territory of the Upper-Rank God it served—Bosse, the God of Storm.
Watching Lokan vanish into the ice storm on the horizon, the cold curve of Xu Yunfan's lips finally bloomed into a deep, knowing smile.
He slowly retracted his Martial Dao Dharma Aspect Golden Body, reverting to his usual appearance as Tatus.
'Calling for backup? Excellent. That's exactly what I was hoping for.'
He muttered to himself. With a slight stir of his Divine Thought, a wisp of an extremely subtle, almost undetectable causal mark attached itself to the Divine Blood Lokan had spat out, clinging to it like a maggot to bone. As Lokan fled, the mark moved with it, silently extending a connection toward some unknown, distant location.
