"Forget it. I accepted my fate." Nguyen Trong Phi decided to give up. He had nothing good left on him anyway, so death was death.
He stood there dejectedly, looking toward the distant Curved Horn Demon Army. To die with a little style, he even struck a pose—chest out, head raised, arms spread wide, his face full of fearless resolve.
But he failed to notice someone glaring at him in furious frustration. That person was Delige.
"Nguyen Trong Phi, fuck your grandfather! Have you taken your showboating too far?" Delige was nearly insane with rage. This was the first time anyone had dared to ignore him like this—ignore even his challenge to a duel while acting as if he could not see him.
Delige rushed in front of Nguyen Trong Phi and pointed at his nose as he cursed, "I am a descendant of the Golden Family! How dare you humiliate me? You have to duel me, or I will declare all-out war on you!"
Nguyen Trong Phi was still standing there with his head held high. He lowered his eyelids and glanced sideways at Delige before cursing, "Idiot."
"You still dare insult me?" Delige drew the curved blade at his waist. He had completely lost his mind.
Unfortunately, before he could attack, a deep horn sounded behind him. He turned around and froze.
"Isn't this a level 140 area? Where did these level 170 elite monsters come from?" Delige muttered.
The Horned Devil Vanguard General had already led 3,000 melee fighters to a point fifty meters behind him. A flash of light appeared, and the front row of Curved Horn Demons collectively unleashed Reality Rift.
Before Delige could react, the Curved Horn Demon general grabbed him and dragged him over. The blade rose and fell, and Delige collapsed without