Forthcoming

In an Emperor’s Palace in the Mystic True Sacred Clan, Zhao Feng sat cross-legged and watched Kun Yun grow.

His heart suddenly went cold as he felt the aura of Death extend across the depths of his soul.

“The Pursuit of Death!”

Zhao Feng hiccupped. This sensation of danger wasn’t something a normal Death Guard or Death Spirit Lord could bring.

In the depths of his soul, the aura of Death connected with something extremely far away.

Zhao Feng’s expression changed dramatically. He could guess what happened.

The four Death Spirit Lords and the thirty-six Death Guards still hadn’t completed their mission, and the Emperor of Death’s own disciple almost died in the Demigod Forgotten Garden.

Under that situation, the Emperor of Death himself might come.

“I might not even be able to defeat the Emperor of Death’s disciple; how will I be able to beat the Emperor of Death that stands at the peak?”

Zhao Feng took a deep breath.