Kapitel 815: Suddenly Feel Neck Is a Bit Cold

In the hotel where the Purple Scale Race was staying, outside Lu Ze's room, Amos and Jilgud sensed the weak space ripple from inside the room.

They glanced at each other, and their faces rapidly fell.

Amos quickly knocked on the door, speaking with a slightly cold tone, "Batian, I suddenly remembered that I have something to discuss with you. Open the door."

One second, two seconds…

After a few more seconds later, the door had remained shut.

Both their expressions worsened.

Amos punched the door without hesitation.

'Rumble!'

Accompanied by a huge explosion, the metallic door flew out of the door frame and collided against the wall inside the room.

Amos and Jilgud quickly went inside and looked around.

After checking the entire place thoroughly, they returned to the foyer with green faces.

'Long Batian is gone!'

Amo's eyes flashed with bloodthirst, "Space god art! That bastard has space god art!"