"What has it got to do with you?"
The eyes of the Storyteller flickered as he subconsciously focused on the Power of the Higher Void on the other party's body, which was many times denser than Aje's.
He knew the power of this thing.
At this moment, the injury on his arm was also caused by the Power of the Higher Void and became troublesome.
Although he had lost an arm, he was not afraid of the Red-robed in front of him.
However, it was not a lie that his vitality had been greatly damaged.
Why did this old fellow come here?
Was he not afraid of him and killed him?
"Hahaha..."
Seeing the Storyteller's appearance, the Night Guardian suddenly burst into laughter and only stopped after a long while.
"Could it be that the dignified Saint Servant, the Storyteller, let a mere innate master escape?" He had a look of disbelief.
"Old man!"
The Storyteller's eyes darkened. "You have the right to speak ill of him?"
