"He really came…"
Empyrean Miller Skyrend rubbed his beard, "That means the one at the northern edge is a diversion. So he's not alone…"
He raised his chin, exuding a cold look before he instantly sent a few soul transmissions to the fellow Heaven's Warriors.
Instantly, tens of Empyreans and Autarchs jumped to the front. There were fifteen Level Three, four Level Four, five Level Five, and two Level Six Empyreans and Autarchs, each of their undulations blaring as they tried to stop the Divine Emperor of Death in his tracks.
Even the realm officials from many realms joined. They jumped out of nowhere, intending to get his head first so that they could enjoy the karmic virtue.
However, their hearts clenched as they suddenly felt something was amiss.
"Heavens, begone from this land."
