Wang Ye's words struck straight at Ran Deng's heart.
Though his expression remained blank, the atmosphere around them grew increasingly heavy.
Ran Deng fixed Wang Ye with a cold, sinister gaze, like a ferocious beast choosing its prey, no one knowing what he was thinking.
After a long while.
Ran Deng finally spoke slowly. "I said you could leave."
"But if you want to take them with you, no."
"They... are my prey."
As he spoke, Ran Deng pointed at the two heavily wounded people lying on the ground.
Wang Ye glanced at them and suddenly smiled.
"The prey you speak of are my allies."
"Do you think I'd let the two of them die here today?"
Hearing Wang Ye's words, the Masked Youth, who had been lying silently on the ground, suddenly raised his head in astonishment and looked at Wang Ye.
Allies?
He seemed to have thought of something. Though he said nothing, he staggered to his feet and continued gathering the last scraps of energy within his body.
God of War still wore that icy expression as he stared in Ran Deng's direction.
Clearly, he was prepared to make a move as well.
Most importantly, Ran Deng had already sensed the gravekeeper's aura approaching from this direction.
"No prey I, Ran Deng, have set my sights on has ever escaped."
"At worst..."
"So what if we perish together?"
With that, Ran Deng grinned viciously and slowly paced toward Wang Ye.
Wang Ye met Ran Deng's gaze without yielding. Energy continuously gathered within him, his expression grave as a great battle stood ready to erupt.
Finally.
Ran Deng suddenly laughed. "Just kidding. Don't be nervous."
"Say hello to Maitreya for me."
"We'll meet again if fate allows. I'll remember this humiliation."
After saying that, Ran Deng's figure slowly