A moment later, the figure in the blood-red robe sat on the yellow sand, while the bodies of the two people beside him had completely shriveled, turning into two 'mummies.'

"Hmph, the Celestial Palace actually set a rule that you can't attack your own camp on the battlefield?"

"What a joke, I'm on the brink of death, who cares about your damn rules? Even if they come after me later, at worst, I'll have the Old Man handle it personally."

The figure in the blood-red robe had a cold gaze, but his hand instinctively covered the area over his heart.