A few days later.
In the depths of an extremely luxurious palace with various ancestral statues on both sides of the walls, the leader of the angel race, Yu Huaqing, had already received the news of Fan Yuhe's death.
Through Fan Yuhe's eyes, he had seen the battle between them.
This was one of the angel race's secret skills.
The other races did not know that the angels possessed this secret skill, though they had their own speculations. After all, the angels seemed to have their own unique way of finding enemies.
"I never expected Fan Yuhe to be killed by a human youth."
"And that human youth even played a game with him at the end."
"This human youth is indeed quite a surprising individual."
Yu Huaqing was quite calm.
He sat on his throne, his eyes closed. He wore a crown on his head and his footstool was crafted from jade.
