"Great... Great Emperor..." Dark Evil weakly looked at Shi Feng, stammering out three words.
"Hm?" Shi Feng's eyes narrowed as he looked at Dark Evil. Having established a master-servant contract with Dark Evil, he often issued commands through his thoughts. It wasn't strange that Dark Evil could discern his identity from a mere hint of thought, but it seemed that Dark Evil's consciousness was becoming clearer.
"Great Emperor... save me, I don't want to perish, lead me on the path of the strong, I want to return to the Nangong Family." Dark Evil seemed too weak to speak further, conveying his thoughts to Shi Feng through his will.
"I..."
Dark Evil still wanted to continue, but Shi Feng immediately waved his hand to interrupt, saying, "You need not say more, speaking further is not good for your injuries. Naturally, I will not let you perish."
While Shi Feng spoke, he stretched out his hands, and his palms sucked in two severed arms that had fallen not far from Dark Evil.
