Chapter 472: Confrontation in Midair, Facing the Emperor!_2

From an angle unseen by others, Yi Lin's expression was gravely recalling "his" name.

——Pan Xiaobai.

Oda Mai initially intended to break out with Yi Lin.

Yi Lin had barely managed to suppress the agitated emotions of the one-armed madwoman.

The reason was simple.

Mo Ren Di had aged.

Justice Pan was useless now.

Doggy had gone on strike.

Only Oda Mai was reliable enough to stay and guard the place.

Oda Mai believed Yi Lin's reasoning, sitting in the circle carved out by Xiao Thirteen's Ancient Sword, hugging her sword with one hand, her expression stern, silently waiting for whoever came to kill.

As Yi Lin pushed the door open and looked out, she saw the distant corridor piled with corpses.

The bodies died in various ways.

Some had their hearts brutally gouged out.

Some had their necks twisted off.

Some had no marks on their bodies but were still dead.

Some had their throats slit.