Cruel words, resounding incessantly.
At this moment, they traveled through the Gallery of Shili, piercing layers of mist, overstepping boundaries, crossing the profound Nether River, and before long, reached the ears of the Mountain Sea Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord was taken aback, a look of bewilderment flashing across his face as he stared at his wife, disbelieving.
He could hardly believe that such icy, such cruel words, had actually come from the mouth of the Demon Empress.
"It can't be! Certainly not like this!"
"Madam, you must have been coerced by that Demon Head, rest assured, I will certainly rescue you. And there's no need for you to worry about me finding fault, in my heart, Madam will always be the most exalted. Moreover, Madam has suffered grievances..."
The more the Demon Lord spoke, the more heartache he felt, his eyes full of compassion as if he had seen through everything, understood the reality.
