Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Everything had already been settled!
No matter how formidable the Demon Head was, he could not turn defeat into victory, that was beyond doubt.
Perhaps this fellow was just putting on a tough exterior while being completely panicked on the inside.
Yes, that must be it!
The confidence of the black-robed monk surged once again, feeling he had seen through everything.
And at that moment...
Hum hum hum!
Between the Gallery of Shili, a burst of autumn wind blew piercingly cold, so bone-chillingly frigid.
In his eyes, the Demon Empress spoke with an icy demeanor,
"The thing I hate most is those who deliberately provoke me, it's nothing but a challenge to my authority."
Her statement, though uttered lightly, resonated with power and was fraught with endless killing intent, overwhelming and spine-chilling.
It's coming!
The black-robed monk shuddered with excitement, looking smugly towards Fang Yang.
