"Kneel!"
In the midst of the wind and rain, a faint murmur exploded by the ear of the woman in black like a clap of thunder.
No sooner had the voice faded than the myriad raindrops seemed to sharpen, fiercely enveloping her from all sides.
Chilled to the bone, the woman quickly sensed that something was amiss. Her body shivered uncontrollably, and a horrifying chill ran down her spine as she felt as though she had been targeted.
It was terrifying, too terrifying.
At this moment, how could she not be acutely aware that she had underestimated this demon, whose strength far surpassed her imagination?
The raindrops from a moment ago weren't even a display of the Demon Lord's true power; they could become faster, sharper, like an inescapable net.
Slap, slap, slap!
Rain splattered against her body and the black umbrella she held.
This umbrella, a gift from her master, was a powerful secret treasure, mighty beyond compare.
