บท 842: Yes, Master

"Maybe he really does want to die." The golden-robed youth, Fukai, was watching from afar as well.

Atop the Samsara Grinders.

The three black golems continued to circle around Ji Ning and Su Youji, blocking all of the offending golden warriors. World God Darkfall had drawn very close to them, and his cold eyes were staring directly at the four golems and Ning himself. "This ant-like Elder God actually dares to draw his sword, as though he's preparing to enter the fray? Mm. He should be Su Youji's retainer. Logically speaking, a single Elder God shouldn't make any difference at all in a battle like this, and yet Su Youji permitted him to take part. There has to be a trap."

"This puny Elder God probably has some sort of self-sacrificial suicide attack," World God Darkfall mused to himself.