At that dissatisfied snort, Feifei also emerged from the spatial vortex.
She was still wearing her close-fitting combat suit, designed for ease of movement. Her posture remained upright, her presence as lively as ever. Though her face bore clear signs of fatigue, she looked spirited and refreshed. Normally, that was about how a psion looked after enduring a grueling battle, winning in the end, and successfully leveling up.
Given how well they understood each other, Yu Lian didn't need to say a word. Feifei spoke first. "The emperor on our side has also fallen. His remains broke down into the most basic energy particles, and even yielded zero-element. We lack a core sample, but at least this proves that a psion has died."
Indeed, so far, there had been no exceptions.
But didn't that mean that, to some extent, the emperor who had fought Feifei and the others over there had been the real deal, too? In any case, His Majesty the Emperor had to die everywhere, even if he died only once, right? Was this the mysterious power of the Ninth Ring? Love it.
Perhaps noticing Yu Lian's surprise, Feifei added, "Not only was he the real deal, he could split himself infinitely. At the most dangerous point, we were fighting eight emperors at once. They even had the advantage in numbers and formed the Eight Dragons Wheel Dance formation. Luckily, we had an expert among our allies who knew those tactics inside out."
When Brunhilde saw Yu Lian's gaze drift her way, she said with an aggrieved air, "It wasn't me. It was that white-haired fox. After all, it was you, Marshal Yu, who personally praised her as the 'Martial Arts Forbidden Library.' I wonder how much work you did behind the scenes to add entries to that