Old Continent.
On a remote island somewhere beyond the sea.
The Yin Aspect Holy Son licked the wounds on his body.
Not far away.
The Yang Aspect Holy Son's body had already been torn into pieces.
The Lizardmen under his command were reassembling his body.
As waves of magical chanting rang out.
A moment later.
The Yang Aspect Holy Son slowly opened his eyes.
"Damn it."
"That woman under Fang Yuan is a complete lunatic."
"She chased us for so long."
"We were almost beaten to death."
"How many troops do we have left?"
The Yang Aspect Holy Son asked.
"Only what you see."
"Three hundred Lizardmen."
"All the Monster Lords and Mist Lords were killed in battle."
The Yin Aspect Holy Son said indifferently.
Pursued by Sarah aboard the Ship of Misfortune.
Their luck had never been good.
To escape the pursuit.
They had no choice but to leave these loyal subordinates behind.
And without exception, all the soldiers left behind had died in battle.
Looking at the few remaining soldiers before them.
Despair at the end of the road appeared in the eyes of the two Holy Sons.
"I have a feeling we haven't escaped that madwoman's pursuit."
"Looks like we won't be able to complete our master's mission. We'll die in this world."
The Yang Aspect Holy Son spoke.
"No."
"We won't die."
The Yin Aspect Holy Son replied indifferently.
"Just now."
"Our master sent us the latest news."
"The war between the Mist Continent and the Old Continent is about to begin again."
Hearing this.
The Yang Aspect Holy Son abruptly raised his head.
"Are you sure?"
The Yin Aspect Holy Son glanced at him.
"Are you questioning our master?"
"No, of course not."
The Yang Aspect Holy Son waved his hand.
Then he asked.
"When