While the bewitching beauty could spare to think about various things at leisure, her opponent could not.
The Purple River Lord's breathing became heavy. Cold sweat ran down his face. At that moment, a terrifying realization struck him. His entire body froze.
She could have killed me already.
The thought entered his mind like a blade.
Every attack she had launched until this point had been held back.
Or rather...
She had been playing with him, watching him desperately use every treasure he possessed like a cat playing with a dying mouse.
Something inside him cracked.
His fighting spirit, confidence, and pride as a Lord began collapsing.
Barely thirty seconds had passed since the woman had taken action against the Purple River Lord.
Half a minute.
And yet, the Purple River Lord looked as if he had fought for hours. His face had turned pale. His breathing became unstable.
