Shen Yanxiao had never been afraid of death.
She was only afraid of living an ignoble existence.
Rather than living a little longer and eventually becoming a part of the enemy, it was better to kill herself first.
It was Shen Yanxiao's principle to rather die than suffer.
"I really underestimated you." Satan did not expect that under Shen Yanxiao's seemingly calm face, there would be such a terrible belief.
"It's not that you look down on me, but you think too highly of yourself. So what if you are the Devil God? There are many things in this world that are not under your control. Not everything is under your control." Shen Yanxiao's smile was exceptionally brilliant. When she thought of the miserable days when she was abused by Satan before, and then looked at Satan's furious face right now, her heart felt extremely comfortable.
