Edman's brows furrowed as he looked at the figure standing in front of him with his hazy, drunk eyes. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but the figure looked fleeting, like a Phantom that would disappear at any moment.
"Who are you? do you want to be torn to pieces by me?"
Edman's eyes flashed fiercely. Even though he was so drunk that he couldn't stand still, once he entered battle mode, he was still confident that he could kill this guy who was pretending to be mysterious.
Even though the guy in front of him looked strange, Edman didn't take it to heart.
don't lie to yourself. You know better than anyone that the wilderness God has already fallen and the source of his divine power has been completely cut off. As long as the otherworldly demons attack, you will all die!
The figure whose face could not be seen said indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of ridicule.
cut the f * cking crap. Whether I die or live, what does it have to do with you? "
