GB: Bai Yueguang is a villain again.

The body seemed to be sealed in a hard stone, which locked Lost tightly and made him unable to move.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that he is unconscious again.

This feeling is different from last time.

The surroundings were quiet and empty, as if all the forces that had been fighting within his body had disappeared into thin air.

Yes, he could actually sense those chaotic forces and could somewhat distinguish which factions they belonged to. It was just that in the past, with Su Mo's help, he could protect his spirit body and allow him to survive in the cracks.

It doesn't mean that those things don't exist, or that he can ignore them.

But that’s not the point now.

Even though he was very curious about where he was now and whether he was still in that familiar place, these questions seemed less important than whether he could return to Su Mo.

Now there is only thick darkness and silence all around, and I can't feel the passage of time at all.

Lost had no idea how long he had been unconscious, nor could he predict when he would wake up.

Even in the battle with Askhan, he didn't feel so passive and helpless.

Will the master worry about me?

Will I be annoyed with myself because of my recklessness this time?

At this time, even a demon would not be able to stop his head from racing with random thoughts.

Lost didn't know why the other party suddenly became so powerful.

The fledgling little succubus, who was well protected after meeting Su Mo, saw for the first time a monster that was much more powerful than herself.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't win.

Originally, I just wanted to get rid of the other party quickly and make him pay the price for his arrogant behavior.

But the opposite happened.

As her thoughts reached this point, the little succubus once again felt her own uselessness.

He seemed unable to do everything well, and always left it to Su Mo to clean up the mess in the end.

Why is this so?

Lost thought that his master would definitely be able to destroy Askkan, but that was before he lost consciousness.

I miss my master so much.

Although he could occasionally hear his master's voice in his dreams, he forgot everything after waking up.

Now here, Lost had no way of getting any answers.

He also had no chance to ask his master what she had said to him.

Although demons cannot shed tears, he always feels sore in his eyes.

I'm so sad...

Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang in my ears, "What a pitiful little thing, you're still kept in the dark, foolishly thinking about the master who took advantage of you."

"Who?" The voice surrounded the little succubus, making it impossible for him to identify its source. He could only turn his eyes vigilantly to search.

"Does it matter who I am?" The other party laughed maliciously, and Lost suddenly felt a touch on his face, as if someone was gently caressing him.

"You are a part of me, and I am you." said the power of disaster.

"No matter who you are, I don't allow you to say that! You don't understand your master at all." Lost just loudly refuted the thing's words.

He didn't care what the voice was. In the little succubus's heart, Su Mo had always been the most beautiful existence, and he would never allow anything to defile or talk about her.

Even if it is the dirt in his own body, he will never let it go.

The power that bound his body gradually loosened as Lost struggled, and finally turned into fragments and returned to nothingness.

His body fell weakly until it was caught by something hard.

"Don't I know yet?" He stretched out his voice and used that exaggerated tone to bewitch Lost in his ear.

"Those gods and birds in the sky have their eyes on the top of their heads, why would they care about a little devil?"

He chuckled twice, and it was unclear whether he was mocking his own naivety or for some other reason.

After all, as a group of disaster forces that have experienced reconstruction in the new century and are still alive today, his thoughts are definitely something that a simple little succubus cannot understand.

The only thing Lost could be sure of was that his master was definitely not the god that the other party described him as.

Even if Su Mo had concealed the matter about the pillar from him, he could not just listen to the nonsense of this evil thing.

The owner must have her reasons.

Lost slowly curled up into a ball, buried his head in his knees, and stopped thinking about random things.

Although he didn't want to listen any further, the power of disaster had no intention of stopping.

"She must be using you, otherwise why has she never mentioned the struggle inside you? It's clearly a matter of life and death."

He was so bored that in such a long time, he could not find more than three people with whom he could communicate.

Not to mention monsters like Lost.

A carrier born of destruction was attracted by the sacred treasure and, by chance, transformed into a heart made of stone.

It also stole a brief, even conscious, life for him.

How contradictory and yet interesting.

It was precisely because of this that he attracted the attention of the gods in heaven, who even took him with them.

Just as He said, those creatures in heaven are the most arrogant and sanctimonious, and they look down upon anything related to the devil.

The power of disaster has never seen a plot develop like this, so it has always wanted to try to get involved.

At first, He was restrained by the pillars, and later Su Mo appeared, which made it impossible for Him to appear in front of this body that carried His power.

Now, he finally found an opportunity when Lost was on the verge of death.

They are all the same monsters, but with some differences. The power of disaster does not believe that this naive little succubus can persist with that little bit of hope.

"You really didn't feel anything? How does she treat you normally? She's just trying to comfort you perfunctorily."

"Shut up." Lost let out a devilish growl from his throat.

But this level of intimidation is like hearing a cat's meow to the power of disaster.

He transformed into a skin identical to that of the little succubus and approached him in a servile manner, "Are you angry? Even if you're angry, it can't hide the fact that she's using you. Admit it, she doesn't care about you at all..."

Before He could finish His words, Lost bit Him and tore His body, which was squeezed out of air, into pieces.

"Haha, it's useless. I said, you and I are one. You can't really hurt me like this."

Lost's eyes flashed purple.

Before he could try other methods, his body was suddenly surrounded by golden light.

"Tsk, why so fast?" The power of disaster said unhappily.

The little succubus felt a familiar power in the golden light, which was the smell of Su Mo.

The master came to pick him up.

Lost instantly put the power of disaster behind his mind and allowed himself to fall into the ball of light.