The corridor on the Negative Fifth Floor of Helrom Prison was shrouded in black mist behind the gray-haired beauty, like a thunderous storm sweeping toward them. Every note she uttered carried an invisible pressure.
Simply standing there, her eerie Tier 8 presence was enough to make any living creature tremble.
The Tier 7 prison warden lying on the ground was the best proof of how dangerous she was.
Her deep, icy-blue eyes were sharp, and her bearing radiated supreme authority and elegance, as if she could see through everything.
However, the black-haired, green-eyed figure standing in the distance remained utterly calm. Her eyes were clear, and none of the world's turmoil or pressure seemed able to touch her.
"You... knew there was no way to beat me normally, so you tried pretending to have a different personality, is that it?"
The phantom Poet of Great Love thought for a moment before seeming to reach an answer. A trace of surprise flashed through her eyes.
The other party had not been emotionally affected by her first. Instead, she had been the one angered by the other's reaction. This was clearly the other party's strategy.
They were demons of the same type to begin with. Compared to using brute force, they relied more on psychological manipulation and words to defeat their enemies.
"How brave. But sometimes, courage isn't enough to change fate."
The gray-haired beauty bent forward slightly, a playful smile appearing at the corner of her lips.
"..."
The black-haired, green-eyed figure said nothing.
At the end of the day, Lanfu had followed him for so many years and had worked hard even if she had received no credit. Even if this was only Lanfu's phantom, since she had not attacked yet, he could not quite bring himself to beat her