Ronan twitched the corner of his mouth in response.

"I'll just take it as your promise. If you try to get me back again, I'll look good on you!"

"Ah!"

"Lord Ronan, take your leave."

After killing Yangshou for another three seconds, His Majesty the Emperor turned around gracefully and left, quickly disappearing into the thick smoke and dust.

Of course Ronan can keep locking her, but if he can't pry her mouth open, what's the point?

Ronan's gaze returned to the time and space of the battlefield, but after not looking for long, his mind wandered again. Following the transposition channel that had been opened, he also looked back at the internal reflection and returned to his own spiritual level.

The place is still covered with clouds and mountains, and it is full of fog.

The chain of the sun shines through the dark light, wrestling with the evil, and disintegrating the original fragments into the mist of chaos, and then gradually becomes a sweet rain through layer upon layer of accumulation, nourishing Ronan's physical and spiritual framework.

This mechanism is already stable and there is nothing to worry about.
Chapter completed!