“Fiend Emperor, you’ve died such a terrible death!” Wu Liang exclaimed, falling to his knees and grabbing a pile of what might have been internal organs or miscellaneous flesh. He looked as if the one who had died was his own father.

Zu An couldn't help but say, “Uh… There’s no one else here. You don’t have to show your loyalty or anything.”

“What about the Golden Crow Crown Prince?” Wu Liang asked. He didn’t get up, merely looking around frantically.

“He was sent out of the Unknown Region by the Fiend Emperor ahead of time,” Zu An replied with a smile.

“Oh,” Wu Liang said, immediately climbing to his feet. The tears on his face were already gone without a trace. He tossed the flesh in his hands aside nonchalantly, asking, “Is the Fiend Emperor really dead?”

Zu An was nearly dumbfounded. He replied, “Look at what condition he’s in. Could he still have survived?”

Wu Liang was speechless for a moment. He moved closer, looking disdainful as he asked, “Big bro, just how did the Fiend Emperor die, and like this,...