The Evil Consort Above An Evil King 1187 Di Fuyi's Strategy 2

In stark contrast, all the palace guards were poisoned and could hardly move. Once the lava flooded into the hall, they could never escape.

Their Great Lord did not consider their safety at all.

Long Fan had escaped without them, and The Great Lord wanted them to die in accompanying pits. It turned out that their loyalty was nothing but a joke.

The guards' faces were pale due to the effect of the poison. Now, their faces had turned entirely grey.

During this time of great despair, they decided to risk everything they had. Some of them already broke into a torrent of verbal abuse, cursing Mo Zhao as a cruel and unscrupulous person and that they must have been blind for being his followers all this while.

At this moment, Mo Zhao was wholly deserted by his followers.

If they were not poisoned, they would rise in revolt and fight against him.

Mo Zhao was indeed an Omen. He could remain calm and composed even when he was besieged on all sides. He looked at Di Fuyi icily. "You are undoubtedly an old, cunning fox. What a thoughtful arrangement!"

Di Fuyi sat himself down on a chair and supported his head with one of his hands, nonchalantly. "Of course! To deal with someone like you, one must have a thorough strategy. Mo Zhao, do you have anything else to say?"

Mo Zhao scorned. "I concede to my defeat. I do not have anything else to say. However, I do have some things that I do not quite understand and would like you to enlighten me."

Di Fuyi smiled. "Do you want to know how my men managed to sneak in, given that you already had such a strict interrogation? Do you want to know how my men set up the wizardry barrier in the hall, given that you have your surveillance cameras installed everywhere? Do you want to know how your men got poisoned?"

Mo Zhao did not know what to say. Could this man read his mind?

"If you already knew what I wanted to ask, shouldn't you answer me now?"

Di Fuyi furrowed his brows. "Why should I tell you?"

Mo Zhao was speechless.

He alone had worked out countless strategies to plot against another man. Now that he had succeeded, shouldn't he be delighted to tell his opponent about it?

He gritted his teeth. "Won't you let me die in peace?"

Di Fuyi said calmly, "I would rather you die not knowing anything, that way I would be more satisfied." He did not wish to continue any further with Mo Zhao and signaled Mu Lei to get them. "Seize him!"

Mo Zhao threw back his head and started laughing. "Seize me? Do you think that they can?"

A sudden glimmer of red light surrounded his body. Within the light, there was a faint five-colored ray covering the edge of the light.

It was not a good sign, as the man was about to explode again.

"Be careful! He is going to explode!" Gu Xijiu exclaimed. She raised her hand and cast a green barrier, s.h.i.+elding every one of them at her side.

"Boom!" Mo Zhao had indeed exploded once more.

However, the explosion did not end up with tiny bits of flesh and blood. There was only a hole in the chest. The body slowly fell to the ground, and Mo Zhao's soul cohered as a whole once again.

He took a look at the body on the floor and could not believe his eyes. He looked up abruptly at Di Fuyi with his bloodshot eyes. "It was you again."

The strength in the explosion and the level of spiritual power in the body were in direct proportion. The higher the spiritual power, the more powerful the explosion.

For instance, when he attached his soul to the body of Rong Che and exploded, the strength of the explosion was proportional to his spiritual power at level five and a half. That time, the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony almost collapsed.

As for this current body, even though it was impotent, its spiritual power was nothing ordinary. He honestly thought that the explosion would at least bring the place down if he did not manage to kill all the people in the hall.

To his surprise, he only managed to open a hole in the chest, even though he had used all the strength in his soul.