The purple-gold gaze overlooked from above, a hint of greed, barely discernible, lingering on the lips—it lent a few more shades of ferocity to the otherwise ethereal aura.
"Huff..."
Ke Shisan exhaled.
Suddenly, he felt that whatever the master had thought or not thought about back at the Yan Family's place didn't really matter—the end result would be the same regardless.
The so-called 'moment of thought' was probably just about pondering over the most suitable location to set up the formation.
"Master, what do you say?"
"..."
Shen Yi glanced at it as if looking at an idiot.
With exquisite delicacies before one, was there a need for further words?
In the next moment, both figures vanished from where they were.
Schrrrick—
The black robe billowed as sharp Dragon Claws effortlessly tore apart the body of a Return to Void ninth-layer demon.
Although the Dragon Lance wasn't in hand.
