Thinking of this, the Death Temple Guardian shivered, suddenly realizing: he had actually intended to attack the white-robed youth earlier.
Attacking the boss of the Lord of Death, isn't that practically a death sentence?
At this thought.
The Death Temple Guardian was immediately drenched in sweat, kneeling down with extreme fear.
"Why do you call me master?"
Ignoring the Death Temple Guardian's subtle movements, Ye Yun raised his head slightly, looking at the statue, asking in a calm voice.
"Master, I am your subordinate, No Face..."
The statue said with a trembling voice, looking extremely agitated.
Suddenly.
Buzz buzz buzz...
Countless black lights shot up into the sky from various directions within Wrong Death City, fell into the Death Temple, and entered the statue's body.
The statue of the God of Death underwent some change at that moment, shrinking from several zhang in height to resemble a normal person.
