The wind howled, mingled with the wailing cries of fused Vengeful Souls, making the night seem all the more terrifying.
Ye Xishui raised her head slightly. Her blood-red gaze swept out from beneath her hood, and even from a thousand meters away, most of the allied forces' powerhouses felt their scalps tingle and their breathing tighten.
A Limit Douluo truly was terrifying.
Yet Ye Xishui showed little interest in Xuan Zi and the others. She looked toward the sky, where Long Xiaoyao and Mu En, who had been locked in fierce combat, seemed to sense familiar Soul Power Auras and stopped fighting.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Suddenly, two streaks of light descended from the horizon. The Black Stream landed within the Imperial Palace, while the golden streak fell into the allied camp.
As the light faded, the figures of two people appeared.
Looking at the hooded figure whose features could not be seen, Mu En's expression was slightly complicated. But he quickly composed himself, clasped his hands behind his back, and said, "I thought you would stay out of it and merely watch."
The fighters on both sides exchanged bewildered looks. What had been an assassination mission now seemed to be turning into a reunion between old friends.
But with Limit Douluos present, no one dared say much. They could only calm themselves and listen in.
The blood-red glow receded, and a cold voice came from beneath the hood. "I thought you would remain at Shrek Academy and never leave."
"At our age, shouldn't we come out and see more of the world?" Mu En said with a faint smile. "After all these years, it is not bad to see the two of you again."
"But seeing you does not put me in a good mood." Ye Xishui's icy voice rang out.