"Slow down! We can talk about this, Night King!"
Emperor Bai retreated backward, shouting loudly.
The Night King, without uttering a word, advanced aggressively.
His two subordinates, both Netherworld ghost soldiers, now flanked Wu Dade from the left and right.
A fight of life and death was about to erupt!
In this brief moment, it seemed that there was nothing left to consider apart from the battle.
However, Wu Xiaode, hiding in the corner and clutching the game controller, revealed a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Something wasn't right.
He always felt that something was off.
—His countless battles had proven his freakish level of combat sharpness.
This time, he felt like he smelled something off about this soon-to-unfold battle.
Past scenes flashed quickly through Wu Xiaode's mind.
Before the Wind Disaster—
Emperor Bai had parted with him in this bar, rushing to Red Canyon thirty thousand miles away.
Back then, they had agreed to meet again.
