Endless, dark mysteries, the Fool's Ship floated.
The ship lamp emitted a steady radiance, and Tang Qi had a look of relief, listening to the faint roars and crashing sounds penetrating from the other side of the barrier that had just healed over, but quickly faded away—those sounds revealed the dissatisfaction of the "Master."
"Just missed a bit, good thing I run fast."
At this moment, Tang Qi completely lacked his usual imposing and dominant image; his fleeing was fluent and natural, deserving a place in textbooks.
"Capturing an Evil God, such a bold and crazy action, was never going to be smooth sailing. Although there are numerous All Spirits Above Mystery, and the number of 'Weak Gods' who have survived the Great Catastrophe War is also vast... still, Evil Gods as foolish and unable to restrain their Desire like Bolusa are not too many."
