Pursuit of Death (12)

In the air above the limitless ocean, a dark figure entered an island where the Yuan Qi was much thicker than the Azure Flower Continent.

An hour later, within a one-and-a-half-star clan on the island.

“Arghhh!”

Screams sounded from everywhere, and the Emperor of Death stood in the air as his tattered Little World of Death enveloped the clan.

“Emperor, why are you slaughtering my clan?” a Sovereign kneeled on the ground and asked in a trembling voice. His eyes were red.

“The Luo Lin Clan has no enmities with the Emperor, please spare us….” another Sovereign begged.

Even though it was just a broken Little World, it wasn’t something a one-and-a-half-star clan could fight against. Forces that hadn’t reached two-stars were less than ants in the eyes of the Emperor of Death.

“Tentacles of Death!”