"Tyler Cook, the world's changed. Now you're no longer some Blood Soul Emperor, and I'm no longer some Nine Nether True Lord." When the Nine Nether True Lord actually ran into the Blood Soul Emperor, that earlier fear was gone.
On the contrary, he was completely calm.
Since I'm here, I might as well settle in.
They'd all survived that great catastrophe by the skin of their teeth, hiding like rats, inhabiting bodies that weren't theirs, with only a scrap of spiritual Telekinesis left.
There was still a gap in power, but nothing like back in the day.
Besides, Julius Reed was standing right beside him now.
Facing the Blood Soul Emperor, it wasn't like they had no chance of winning.
"You dare call me by my name?" The Blood Soul Emperor's face sank as he slowly raised both hands.
A body instantly flew over from afar and merged with him as one!
"Hoo…"
