Zhao Feng looked down at the Death Guard with mockery on his face.
The Emperor of Death had a total of four Death Spirit Lords and thirty-six Death Guards.
If this was two or three years ago, it would be a nightmare for Zhao Feng. Back then, even the lowest-ranked Death Guard was troublesome for Zhao Feng. He couldn’t even escape from a measly Death Guard, but now, this Death Guard’s eyes were filled with fear and panic as information regarding his target surfaced in his mind.
None of the thirty-six Death Guards would be his match.
The speed he displayed made this Death Guard helpless.
“There are no reinforcements nearby. I won’t be able to survive,” the Death Guard was very experienced and didn’t lose his calm.
