Inside the communications cabin, there was a deathly silence.
In the holographic projection, Sangge stood frozen in place, both hands pressed tightly against the console, his knuckles white from the force. His gaze fell upon Barn's corpse. That face, seventy percent similar to Farrow's, was now twisted into something nearly grotesque.
"Barn..."
His voice was hoarse, like gravel being forced out from the depths of his throat.
A veteran subordinate who had followed him for decades, a Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior, a powerful expert supported by the Loto Family, had died here just like that.
Blood was still flowing, spreading along the grooves in the floor, a shocking sight.
Suddenly, the void distorted slightly.
A pale orange-gold figure stepped out of it.
It was none other than the Red-Eyed Sword Emperor.
It lowered its head and glanced at the corpse on the ground. The vertical line on its faceplate trembled faintly as blue light scanned the scene.
"Red-Eyed, what happened? Who killed Barn!"
"Where is Farrow?"
Sangge's voice seemed to squeeze out from between his teeth. His face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. Though Sangge held an exalted position and possessed formidable mental fortitude, enough to maintain his basic composure, his voice was already on the brink of eruption.
The light in Red-Eyed's vertical eye vanished as it looked at Sangge.
"Farrow has disappeared!"
Its voice was low, carrying a metallic echo without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
"Who?"
Sangge's voice was equally low, like muffled thunder. Even his skin was trembling.
"Fang Mo!"
Red-Eyed's answer was concise and certain.
"Fang Mo?"
Sangge's eyes abruptly widened, revealing an expression of utter disbelief.
He knew of Fang Mo. Farrow had been defeated by him, and Farrow hated him enough to devour his flesh raw. But how could