"My... lord..."
The trembling voice revealed a deep-seated fear. The terrified young man held a bloodstained stone weapon in his hand, looking at Su Chengyu with bewilderment.
Su Chengyu slowly shook his head, uttering a few simple syllables to reassure him, signaling that there was no need to say more.
At this moment, it wasn't that Su Chengyu didn't want to say anything, but rather that the mana within his body was in chaos, preventing him from conveying his thoughts through divine sense.
Furthermore, considering his poor physical condition, mimicking sounds to this extent was already challenging for Su Chengyu.
The collision of the Power of the Heavenly Dao was overwhelming for both Su Chengyu and the Demon Emperor.
Merely employing means would be one thing, but once it led to a clash, the impact of the two forces was too formidable for either of them to handle.
