"The holy disciples are your slaves?"
The Dark Poison Lord faltered upon hearing this before bursting into laughter.
"Hahahaha… you're on the brink of death, and you're still telling jokes? The mighty holy disciples are your slaves? Hahaha…"
An Lin's words were apparently quite funny. At least the Dark Poison Lord was laughing.
An Lin couldn't be bothered wasting any more words with the Dark Poison Lord. Just let him laugh while he still could, in case he became unable to laugh after a while.
He slit open a small wound on his arm, and his blood stained the blade of his Evil-Slaying Sword.
The Dark Poison Lord faltered slightly upon seeing this. Why was it that the defenses he had struggled in vain to break through were able to be sliced through so easily by An Lin himself? Could it be that he had expert control over his defenses that he was able to activate and deactivate it at will?
