The next second, Scarlet King appeared in front of the two fleeing Soul Masters.
"Spare us, spare us!"
The taller Soul Master pulled the person beside him down to their knees, terror written across his face. The blisters burned by the intense heat were plainly visible.
"You two are strange. The power on you feels somewhat familiar."
Scarlet King glared at them. The heads on either side stretched out toward the two, their noses twitching as though sniffing for something.
"Lord Soul Beast, spare us!"
The first to speak continued begging, as if that might let him survive under Scarlet King's claws. The other wore an awkward expression, but obediently joined in pleading as well.
Scarlet King did not answer. He merely watched the two on the ground with a teasing look. He had recognized who they were. He had not expected these two fellows to have survived on the battlefield until now.
Seemingly noticing Scarlet King's expression and realizing he had been recognized, Da Ming stood up with a soft sigh. The muscles in his face squirmed as he returned to the appearance of the middle-aged man from before.
Er Ming glared furiously at Scarlet King, then likewise stood and restored his own face.
"The God of the Sea is dead, yet you two are still alive."
Scarlet King sneered. He had not been asleep the entire time, and he had personally arranged for these two little fellows to stay behind and guard the gate. After all, back then, he had been the weakest one.
"Lord Scarlet King, my brother and I will submit to whatever punishment you choose. We only hope you can leave us intact corpses in the end."
The human side, along with their gods, had been defeated. What good end could await two people like