"Azure Thearch, aren't we going to make a move yet?"
Emperor Fúmèng asked Li Zhōujūn.
"Sure. In a moment, just keep your eyes on the Eleventh Seat. Remember to make it look convincing." Li Zhōujūn smiled and pointed toward the Eleventh Seat.
"That red fellow I've never seen before—is he the Eleventh Seat?" Emperor Fúmèng asked after following Li Zhōujūn's gesture.
"Mm." Li Zhōujūn nodded. "I've only told you that he's my mole. Remember, you mustn't tell anyone else."
"Alright, got it, Azure Thearch. Just watch my performance. Hopefully, this Eleventh Seat isn't an idiot and can play along." Emperor Fúmèng grinned.
As soon as he finished speaking,
Emperor Fúmèng was just about to take a step forward when he suddenly stopped and turned back to Li Zhōujūn. "But if I only deal with the Eleventh Seat, there are still the Thirteenth, Fifteenth, Seventeenth, and Nineteenth Seats—the four Seats of the Seventy-Two Demon God Halls.
The Thirteenth Seat's strength is on par with yours, Azure Thearch.
Lu Hua Jun can handle two at most. That means you'll not only have to deal with the Thirteenth Seat, but also another Seat of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods. How about I take one more off your hands?"
"No need." Li Zhōujūn smiled faintly. "You only need to deal with the Eleventh Seat. I know what I'm doing with the rest."
Emperor Fúmèng nodded. "My life belongs to you anyway, Azure Thearch. If you're in danger, I'll protect you even if it costs me my life."
With that, Emperor Fúmèng stepped out of the space.
He appeared on the battlefield where Lu Hua Jun was confronting several Eternal Twelfth Stage experts from the Seventy-Two Demon God Halls.
"Lu Hua Jun, I've come to lend you a hand!" Emperor Fúmèng shouted.
Lu Hua Jun froze