The gale winds surged through the void without pause.
The same was true of the struggles between intelligent beings.
They had only just broken through the Abyss Ruins army's blockade and barely escaped with their lives. Now, facing Kui Bing and the other elite members of the Water Origin Spirit Race, the Black Armored Army had fallen into despair once more.
Yet Shen Fan, their captain, remained calm throughout, as if every enemy before him were nothing but clay chickens and straw dogs.
"Are you telling me what to do?!"
"Make me kneel? You think you're worthy?!"
When Shen Fan casually uttered those two lines, the hearts of the hundred or so Black Armored Army soldiers behind him sank.
Seriously, this was Kui Bing, the Divine Son of the Water Origin Spirit Race! A peak seventh-grade prodigy, just one step away from breaking through to the sixth grade and becoming a Saint Ancestor-level powerhouse!
How could a mere Black Armored Army captain like you dare challenge someone that formidable?
Had the Abyss Ruins demons eaten your brains?
Shen Fan had just led them through the Abyss Ruins army's blockade, and they were grateful to him for it. But now he was provoking a peak seventh-grade powerhouse, and that made him seem downright foolish!
Some of the Black Armored Army soldiers who didn't know Shen Fan well quietly edged away from him as soon as he spoke those two lines.
Clearly, they wanted to distance themselves from him.
Kui Bing's brow furrowed.
He straightened his collar and walked toward Shen Fan.
Several guards followed behind him, their footsteps crunching across the broken ice.
"You. Just now. Were you speaking to this Divine Son?!"
Kui Bing's voice carried an innate air of superiority. He looked down on Shen Fan from on high.