"August Wolf Emperor, stop. That thing is beyond your control. Even if I were to hand it over to you, it would only harm you."
"Hahaha, you're still so hypocritical. Go ahead and give it to me; let's see if it truly can harm me?"
His eyes were filled with grimness.
"Carl, don't force me. Although I'm dead, this spectral image of mine still preserves seventy percent of my peak power, which you cannot withstand now!"
Rakin Wolf Emperor's words carried a hollow bravado.
August naturally felt no fear of him.
He snorted disdainfully: "I never feared you even when you were alive. Now you're nothing but a decaying body, relying on your past will to maintain a spectral consciousness. Have I, August, grown so weak that I can't even defeat a spectral image?"
Even though August Wolf Emperor spoke so dismissively, he still showed sufficient respect facing Rakin Wolf Emperor.
