Negotiations with the Akatsuki

This battle had, on the surface, ended in Long Ye and his group's victory, but ultimately, they had failed to achieve their objective.

The Death God Mask had still been taken by the Akatsuki. From then on, the organization's strength would surely rise another level.

Although Long Ye had severely wounded the mysterious man who had transformed into the Death God, he was not naive enough to think that one blow had been enough to eliminate him. That was clearly unrealistic.

Pakura and the others walked over.

"Who exactly was that guy? Why did he suddenly give up resisting just now, like he'd gone stupid?"

The person Pakura was referring to was naturally the man who had transformed into the Death God.

Hearing her question, Long Ye furrowed his brows.

"I'm not sure either. He's already become a Death God, and he possesses the ability to strip souls from others. That couldn't have been the full extent of his power just now. He might not even have displayed his true strength..."

Pakura sighed. "Either way, this operation counts as a failure. From now on, that organization possesses such a terrifying combatant. The next time we face them, I'm afraid it won't be so easy..."

Everyone wore solemn expressions.

After all, they were not Long Ye. They did not possess a divine weapon like the Yata Mirror. If that Death God-like man faced them next time, none of them had the slightest confidence that they could survive.

"Heh heh, but they paid a considerable price this time. That woman was hit by my Explosive Worm, and that snake-man was poisoned by Ibuse and Scorpion's toxins. Whether they'll survive is still up in the air..."

Lang Xing gloated.

"It's not that simple. The chances of killing those people with just that are