The Fiend Emperor’s hair was stuck together by an unknown substance; it was hard to tell whether it was blood or sweat. Some areas of his scalp were even exposed, making him look like a balding middle-aged man. There was a huge hole in his chest, and Zu An could see the wall behind him through it.

Any normal person would have already kicked the bucket if they suffered such an injury. However, the Fiend Emperor’s aura was still stable. Golden flames flickered around his entire body; he was clearly using the Golden Crow Sacred Fire to quickly recover from his injuries.

The Fiend Emperor sensed that something was strange. He opened his eyes and looked around. When he saw that it was Zu An’s group, he was stunned. He had never expected it to be them.

The Golden Crow Crown Prince stood in front of the Fiend Emperor protectively, calling out, “You can forget about taking advantage of us. With me here, you won’t be able to hurt a single hair on father emperor’s ...