Is it over just like that?
Fu Qian was still quite confident that the other party wasn't disguising themselves in such a manner to enter a Stealth State, waiting for an opportunity to ambush.
The aura of the white-faced people was completely gone, not a trace left behind, as if they had never appeared.
And just a moment ago, they were still in a state of preparing to unleash their powers and transform grandly; the extreme contrast was as if a fully buffed warrior didn't even get to charge at the Demon King before falling off a cliff.
Alas—
Even Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh for their unfulfilled aspirations.
Of course, it's entirely believable that Doctor Dorian's melancholy at this moment wouldn't be any less.
With the double Hilary formation broken, the white-faced people seemed to be the last reliable figure to trap oneself here or even to complete treatment like other outsiders, resulting in such regret.
Did I put too much pressure on myself after all?
