Chapitre 155: The Death of Cecil

At this moment, on the Foreign Races Battlefield, the Emperor of the mystic race was standing in the air. His eyes were cold. It could be seen that he was heavily injured and his wounds were constantly bleeding.

"To think you ambushed me! You're really shameless and lowly. You deserve to die!" He said angrily. At the same time, another Emperor of the mystic race, who looked exactly like him and was also a totem-level existence, stood before him.

"Hehe, you were the one who was asking for trouble. Now you're saying I ambushed you?" The other totem-level existence said sarcastically.

The Emperor of the mystic race grew even more irritated. He was burning with anger that overflowed and almost materialized. A fierce flame of anger rose into the sky.