"But within these ten breaths, I'll kill you!"
His words were full of pride, lofty sentiments, and unruliness. To Flame-scorching Devilman, Meng Qi seemed like an Evil Lord—eternally undefeatable and unbeatable.
He understood that his imposingness was being snatched and his spirit was being pressurized. Any slight carelessness would sow the seeds of failure, and he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single blow from Meng Qi. However, it was one thing to understand the situation but another to do something about it. It was incredibly challenging to try and readjust his imposing manner. Especially so when he had just watched his comrades perish. Soul-losing Flute, who had been acting from afar, was killed in the blink of an eye. Green Cultivator, who had been superior in strength and realm, was decapitated in a flash. With the murderer standing proud and tall before him, how could he not feel the pressure on his soul?
