"It seems you don't quite understand the current situation,"
Ye Mo sat astride the Nine-Clawed Bear, her gleaming armor radiating the luster of jade even in the dim light.
By her side stood the Demon Dog that Swallows Elephants and the Cold Shadow Beast, while behind her, hundreds of oddly shaped Demon Beast phantoms interwove to form her Law-Figure-World "Beast Horde."
"Crack—"
An icy fog spread, and a towering ice wall that reached into the clouds blocked one of Little Monkey Master's escape routes.
"You dare provoke me?!"
Little Monkey Master flew into a rage, its Rubber Hand splitting into three, randomly scratching a few times and completely shattering the ice wall.
Its perception was clear; the Stupid Sound Rabbit, Three-Hearted Chirp Cicada, and its peers might still match it.
But this disgusting woman's contracted spirits were surely a notch or two weaker—where did this trace of confidence come from?!
"In a one-on-one fight, I am indeed no match for you."
