He Lei had improved a lot over the years. He had trained up through countless wars!

He was much faster, much more decisive, and much more tactical compared to before. No wonder he was famous among the Ghost Kings.

“Hey, cough.” Zi Yi coughed drily. “Lucifer is done throwing up. Mm!” Zi Yi had been tormented too. His usual cool appearance completely shattered as he began to retch like a pregnant lady with his helmet on.

Although he couldn’t smell anything, he still had to watch Lucifer producing his cud and wrap it up.

I turned to look at him. Zi Yi was pale as he supported himself against the cabin door. He had never called my name nor addressed me as King. He either referred to me as ‘hey’ or...