Wen Luoan and the Yin Yang Lord obviously weren’t so arrogant that they believed they could keep an Emperor behind, even if he was severely injured.
Emperor Mu Yun was full of anger and had nowhere to release it. He licked his lips and looked at the Wen Luoan, the Yin Yang Lord, and all the Death Guards on the ship with a cruel smile. He felt that there was a familiar feeling to them, as if he knew about them from somewhere.
“This person has traces of Zhao Feng. We must keep him behind,” Wen Luoan and the Yin Yang Lord looked at each other.
After being hit by Zhao Feng’s Void Space Eye Slash, there was a trace of the Intent of Death on Emperor Mu Yun due to the large amount of soul-power used.
The two exchanged glances and instantly knew what to do.
Shua! Shua!
They both took out a unique Token of Death at the same time. The tokens were as black as ink, and an ancient character of Death was written on it. Both released an aura of Death that went straight to the soul.