"Where's your answer?"
Davis raised his hand as death energy surged out of his palm.
Iesha was aghast as she saw her imperial father going to be impaled by a long spear made out of the ominous greyish-black energy. She thought of stopping Davis, but at this moment, even she didn't know what kind of person he turned into as he radiated both warmth and an ominous aura that struck her heart into the stillness that she couldn't almost breathe heaven and energy.
It all happened so fast while her lips were quivering, wanting to say something but couldn't.
"I... I..."
The Frigid World Spirit Emperor was also in a similar state of fright, although he could still talk.
"Iesha has managed... to avert a... disaster?"
He uttered, feeling his icy face burn with humiliation.
"Seems like I'm still not a disaster?"
Davis's brows furrowed, his expression appearing to be offended.
*Whizz!~*
