Even those who were nowhere near the Demon Emperor felt the existential threat that he experienced.
If they were in the same position as him, they wouldn't have survived that. The attack was silent and untraceable. It started and ended in a blink of an eye and it carried a soul-chilling lethality that caused everyone's heart to palpitate.
The crimson-haired beauty who launched that attack, calmly stood in the skies, holding her golden sword. Her long hair was being scattered by the wind.
She stared stoically at the Demon Emperor. Her body language exudes absolute confidence and nobility. It was quite obvious that she was not afraid nor even the slightest bit intimidated by the Demon Emperor.
"...you dare stand in my way, Wench!?"
"You know, I don't appreciate that language. Especially coming from a Freak like you." She replied while gently tucking her hair behind her ear.
