Yan Emperor's eyelids twitched before he slowly opened them. A pair of silver eyes looked at the giant in scales and armor standing in the hall. "Witchwind has come?"
"Yes. He brought six subordinates with him. I showed myself to drive him out, but that Witchwind Emperor actually attacked." The giant muttered. The minor burns it had suffered had naturally healed long ago.
Yan Emperor's control over this Floating Island had reached an extremely high level. Borrowing the dark aura that permeated every corner of the entire Floating Island, Yan Emperor sensed it with a slight probe—a wisp of 'wind' was speeding through the island. This wisp of wind seemed gentle and soundless, yet concealed domineering force within.
"Hmph." Yan Emperor lightly waved his claw...