Whoosh!
Nine figures disappeared in a flash.
The Death Lord wiped the sweat from his face and muttered hoarsely, "Come...".
"Come!"
Not until he called for the third time did four high-ranking True Deities rush over.
"Damn it!"
The Death Lord gritted his teeth and asked, "Where are Cyrus and Feick?"
"Sovereign, Cyrus and Feick have fallen!"
"!!!"
The face beneath the Death Lord's black robe was nearly twisted with rage.
After the battle with Satan years ago, he had only nine "high-ranking True Deities" left under his command... These nine were the ones who had followed him the longest and had become "high-ranking True Deities" through their own efforts.
Whether in strength or potential, they far surpassed those who had refined their divine essence to become true deities.
Thus, the Death Lord valued these nine "high-ranking True Deities" greatly.
But now... only four were left.
