Chương 877: Haunting Ghost

The emperor fell to the ground, still gasping for air. After dying a hundred times, he lost all will to fight and decided to flee. It was his first time going through so much pain.

"Dammit," muttered the emperor as he squeezed his shoulder. The pain refused to disappear, even after he lost the life force he absorbed to recover. It was a miracle that he retained his life despite the arrays being shut down.

He was now sprawled on his face somewhere in the lower district. He looked around and found himself beside a stream that fed the lower district. It was deserted because all citizens were trapped inside the death arrays.

"I need to… reactivate the arrays," muttered Joseph as he tried to rise, noticing that the earlier fight had tattered his clothes. "Dammit. This isn't how an emperor should look at all."