An enraged roar drifted through the depths of the Abyssal Sea. As the painted body collapsed, the god’s finger shot out from within the haze of flesh and blood, pulsing with a will of destruction.4

The head and stone lion had already collapsed, but Sir Inkwell had used some unique method to last a bit longer and yell those final words.0

Instantly, the furious god’s finger swiveled to point in the direction of the fleeing Xu Qing.0

Although īts mental faculties were impaired to a degree, and īt was a bit forgetful after being injured, īt immediately identified Xu Qing as bearing a perfect resemblance to the painted body. As a result, the finger didn’t bother chasing down Sir Inkwell, and instead shot toward Xu Qing.2

When Xu Qing realized what was happening behind him, his expression turned dour. Truth be told, the moment he realized Sir Inkwell was painting that face to resemble him, he had guessed what was coming.5

Unfortunately, Sir Inkwell had been in control of the painting, and the god’s finger was lurking nearby the entire time, so there was nothing he could do. The only thing he’d been able to do was influence the direction in which Sir Inkwell ...0