Ziran suggested to Ling Yun that if he could not beat the opponent, he should just run, as there was no need to go toe-to-toe with the God of Death, but Ling Yun was covered in black lines and ignored her.
After they explained everything clearly, the little ones nodded.
They watched Ling Yun vanish, and the little one even shouted, "Daddy, come back quickly, or else we won't wait for you."
"Alright, he's gone, let's go inside first." The Demon Moon Empress picked up the little one, fearing the child might cry.
The little one was not upset at all. She was used to it, and besides, she could sense where Ling Yun was.
Ling Yun stepped through the air, while the God of Death burst out from underground with massive, blazing black energy that shook the heavens and earth—truly a ridiculously over-the-top entrance.
"Running? Why aren't you running anymore!" The voice arrived before the person could be seen.
"Hmm?"
"You truly are an outsider. I do not kill nobodies; who are you, state your name." A ball of black Qi belonging to the God of Death circled around Ling Yun.
Ling Yun smiled calmly. "The God of Death? Heh!"
"Brat, I admit you are powerful, capable of killing seven protectors, but you've also reached your end here. I am an existence you cannot afford to provoke!"
"Is that so? Are you still angry?"
"Haha, angry! I haven't been this angry in many years. Receive my wrath!"
The ball of black Qi belonging to the God of Death flashed with a pair of purple eyes, making one's scalp tingle even in the dead of night.
Ling Yun did not run; he raised his hand to block, only to be directly struck by a wisp of black Qi split off