บท 1284: Death Comes

The heart of the Old Xia Devil King trembled. Never would he expected that he would be forced to such an extend by a minor character.

Back then during the time at the Fallen Devil Emperor's birthday celebration, he depended on being an old friend of the devil emperor, and wanted the devil emperor to give him face. How could a junior shake their friendship, the ranking of the battle event was just an unimportant matter.

Even the Fallen Devil Emperor himself felt this way. However, that minor and insignificant matter from back then has actually become a huge trouble today, so great to the extent where he might even have to die.

"Brother Vast Sky, things aren't so serious, right?" The Fallen Devil Emperor spoke. Old Xia was his good friend. No matter what, he would do his best to save his life.