Racking his brain, Wandering Thief thought, 'It seems I lost more memories than I realized. Dying is such a handicap.'
The more he saw of Loki's abilities, the more familiar Loki looked to him, pushing him to try to remember where he knew Loki. But when he saw the golden sun, he quickly forgot about Loki and rushed over to protect the golden sun.
His figure streaked through the world like the wind as he shouted, saying, "Please spare my brother."
In the blink of an eye, he jumped into the third dimension. Then his figure shimmered briefly before appearing outside of the Blessed Heaven World.
But before his voice could reach the Blessed Heaven World, the golden sun had exploded. So even though he did his best, it was still too late.
This made him say to Loki in anger, "You didn't have to do that, Daoist. You didn't need to kill him."
He had stopped calling Loki a fellow Daoist. That was how angry he was.
