Two Six-Winged Angel Soul Masters appearing alone in a small border town of the Dou Ling Empire, with only one Soul Beast to protect them—such an opportunity was not one he would let slip.
What if there was a trap? With his current strength, infinitely close to a Divine Official, not even Qian Huan and Electrolux stepping in personally could stop him.
Besides, both of those individuals were far away in Ming Capital of the Sun Moon Empire, so even if they received the message and rushed over immediately, it would still take time.
By the time he arrived, those two Six-Winged Angel Soul Masters would have long since turned into a pair of corpses.
Zhongli Wu stood up from his throne, the demonic feathered wings on his back snapping open to stir up a violent gust of wind as his figure vanished from the palace in an instant like a streak of dark red lightning.
In Skyblue City, Ye Guyi and Yu Mengdi stood in the central plaza, watching that streak of dark red lightning vigilantly.
Ice Empress hid in the shadows, her Ultimate Ice aura restrained to the absolute limit, leaving only a faint, ethereal trace that was just enough for the demon to perceive her presence, yet without making him feel the threat was too great.
This was Qin Heng's arrangement: to make Zhongli Wu feel there was an opportunity to be exploited, but not make it feel too easy to secure.
If there were no protection at all, Zhongli Wu would have grown suspicious instead.
The setting sun had completely dipped below the horizon, and night had fallen. The ruins of Skyblue City appeared exceptionally eerie under the moonlight, those haphazard corpses casting distorted shadows while the air was thick with the scent of death.
Suddenly,