The turbid mist outside Fallen Land vibrated while Pan Xi rushed out with smoke puffing out from her whole body and with Yemo Tuo carried in her hand. Yemo Tuo’s face was deathly pale. Among the over ten-thousand Yu Clan people who had joined this life-and-death-game, Yemo Tuo was the only one who survived by now. If he hadn’t snatched the magic talisman that could serve as a remote-control of Pan Xi from Yemo Sha’s hands when he was killed and called Pan Xi back to save his life with a secret spell, Yemo Tuo would have either been killed by Man Man’s flame bombs or turned into ashes by the explosion of the fort-crushing cannon already, just like the other Yu Clan people.
"Dead…dead!" Seeing the clear sky of Pan Xi world, Yemo Tuo screamed out like a crazy man. "Dead, all dead… Yemo Sha died… It’s good though, but so many people have all died…"