"What's wrong? Do you still think your strength is invincible?" Logan's voice echoed through the empty cave, laced with a hint of mockery and disdain. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his eyes gleamed with amusement, as if the Qilin in front of him was merely a chess piece in his hand.
Upon hearing this, the Qilin's face turned ashen, and his eyes seemed to spit fire. He clenched his fists tightly, the joints cracking audibly, clearly infuriated by Logan's words. "How strong I am is not for you to dictate!" he roared, his figure violently trembling as if to break free from bondage and charge straight at Logan.
Seeing this, Logan's mouth curved into a cold smirk. "Oh? It seems you're still not convinced. But, let me be clear, this is Spirit Mountain, your final resting place. I think you might as well stay here quietly."
