"A Saintess borrowing the Sea God's power, a useless Demon King of Hell, and a half-finished product. You three think you can fight me?"
Andrew looked at the three surrounding him and said disdainfully, "Aren't you underestimating me a little?"
The moment Andrew opened his mouth, it was obvious he was a veteran trash-talker. The Saintess finally understood why the Earth Turtle had such a foul mouth. He had definitely caught it from the King of Abilities.
I may be undercover, but I really want to beat this guy up.
The female commander silently grumbled, then said, "King of Abilities, do you think we would have come here specifically to deal with you if we weren't confident? You're dead today."
The female commander's words both challenged Andrew's earlier contempt and quietly warned him not to get careless. This time, they had come prepared.
"Ants always think that with a little more preparation, they can fight a dragon. They don't realize they can't even withstand the tremors from its footsteps."
Andrew raised his head and spoke arrogantly. Everyone was speechless. Who exactly was the villain here? Why was a good guy acting so outrageously arrogant?
"Why waste so much breath? Let the battlefield decide. King of Abilities, this time, I want you dead."
The Three-Eyed Demon wasted no more words. With a roar, a huge phantom image appeared beside the demon—a projection of Hell. Then the Hell projection transformed into a pitch-black mountain and came crashing down on Andrew.
Before the mountain even arrived, the surrounding space became severely distorted by the Hell projection, making movement difficult.
Seeing the Three-Eyed Demon attack, the female commander and the Saintess did not lag behind. The female commander activated her ability directly, and countless beautiful women from movies and television appeared in Andrew's mind,