The Battle Between Emperors

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

"Huh? You're risking your life just to catch this guy?" an alluring voice inquired from behind Mo Fan.

Mo Fan was shocked. He turned around and saw a beautiful but pale face just three centimeters away. Her face was shrouded by a dark illusionary green mist. It felt like she was not really there, even when her face was within Mo Fan's reach!

"The king has asked me to keep an eye on you, to make sure there are no accidents," the Queen of Netherworld smiled. Her outline was very faint, and the parts below her waist were shrouded by the same green mist. Most intriguingly, Mo Fan could pick up a pleasant scent every time she spoke.

"You have my thanks," Mo Fan dragged the Cold Prince away with him. He did not expect one of the eight Undead Rulers to be escorting him personally.