Zhou Sining went to great lengths to calm the two Protector Mages, who were on the verge of erupting.
Pang Lai and Han Ji were furious and frantic, their lips trembling so badly that neither could get a word out.
It took them a long time to regain some semblance of composure.
Actually, composure was not quite the word for it. It was simply the strange ease that came when death was already at the door.
Before them stood an Emperor that fed on magic energy. Never mind their Super Level spells—even if they brought out a Forbidden Curse, the Forbidden Curse Magic they cast probably would not hurt it.
Han Ji understood this better than anyone.
During the Ancient Capital Cataclysm, the demonized Zhou Sining had faced six Undead Monarchs alone with his blade. Every attack made of magic energy had been absorbed by Burning Heaven's blade.
It had already been absurdly powerful back then. Now that Burning Heaven had reached its complete form, almost no mage could stop it if it truly wanted to do something.
"Keep a close eye on it, Zhou Sining. You have to keep it under control. If it goes berserk, you and I will be guilty before the entire world!" Han Ji told Zhou Sining with utmost seriousness.
"I will!" Zhou Sining nodded firmly. "If I die, it will also suffer such a devastating blow that it loses its power. If it ever truly tries to do something, I won't hesitate."
"Good. Good!"
Han Ji stared into Zhou Sining's eyes for a long while, then let out a heavy breath and set the matter aside for the time being.
Pang Lai's lips moved, but in the end, he swallowed his words.
In truth, both Pang Lai and Han Ji had considered taking action