"Murmur~" The remaining ninety-nine thousand and nine hundred ninety-seven martial artists turned towards Siri and had their eyes fixed on the black throne.
The black throne was like a dark cloud that had shadowed their futures into a simple scenario.
A condition by a single woman who was no doubt a human, but at the same time, her power surpassed even the Gods that these martial artists believed.
"This crazy bitch." Crimson Raven who was now in his original form didn't hide his old beautiful appearance anymore.
His eyes were already dull since he had already admitted defeat.
A person like him, who was the Sect Leader of the Ice Raven Sect, could tell at a glance that he would die if Siri wished for him to die.
'They don't know but I know. I have glimpsed her power.' Crimson Raven mumbled to himself while looking at the clean slash on his shoulder.
