"Still uncertain."
Ruoxie rubbed his nose, chuckling nonchalantly: "Cang Ming and I both noticed, the mental connection with him was cut off, this wouldn't happen unless he had encountered fatal danger."
"That shouldn't be."
Lin Qingluo frowned, doubts arising: "Given his strength, it's just the destruction of a clone, it wouldn't result in such severe injuries, endangering his life."
"Perhaps he encountered something else."
Ruoxie scoffed: "The Demon Race is treacherous and cunning, even among fathers and sons, brothers, affection is thin, fratricide is commonplace, let alone strangers."
Lin Qingluo's eyes lit up: "Could someone have taken advantage of this situation, and struck him down in secret?"
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
Little Kingfisher's little eyes gleamed mischievously, her heart leaping: "If someone really overthrew and usurped the throne, with the Demon Emperor dead, the Demon Realm would inevitably be in turmoil."
