The Tragedy's King

"Teacher...!" Gao Zhen froze, and even the tears at the corners of his eyes seemed to stop.

The man in black looked at Gao Zhen's bloodshot eyes and could not help but sigh.

"Let's figure out how to deal with the enemies in front of us first," Qi Xiaomin reminded him.

The man in black beside him was naturally Lin Bo. Qi Xiaomin had suddenly vanished earlier because he had received Lin Bo's telepathic message and hurried over to help teleport him.

Lin Bo had once used the Great Prophecy Art to predict that Gao Zhen would face a calamity in the coming days. He had therefore set off in haste, intending to prevent all of this, but in the end, he still had not arrived in time.

At that moment, the Bone Emperor was preparing to strike, but a blazing sun emerged behind Lin Bo.

It was a sun even more massive than Hao Ri Douluo's blazing sun. Merely revealing one corner of itself made the entire plane begin to shake violently. Even though Liu Xiaoxiao had reinforced it earlier, the entire small world now seemed on the verge of collapse.

"If this continues, I can destroy this small world. At worst, we all die together." Lin Bo stared coldly at the Bone Emperor.

The Bone Emperor could sense from Lin Bo's eyes that he was not bluffing. He truly intended to do it. The Bone Emperor did not doubt that Lin Bo could be ruthless enough to follow through.

Lin Bo's gaze contained a mad, destructive intent.

A madman. He was definitely a madman.

For the first time, the Bone Emperor felt an unprecedented tremor of fear.

If someone were willing to perish alongside an enemy in order to protect another person, he had seen plenty of such