Before Long Cheng could finish speaking, Azi had already silently climbed the watchtower. He cast Lin Qi a cold glance, then shot Long Cheng a contemptuous look. "If you don't think victory is within your grasp, hand command of this battle over to my son, Yaziqi. He is the Grand Commander of the Nightmare Knights of the Nightmare Temple. He is far more capable than you easterners."
A young man in gray armor stepped out from behind Azi. His face and eyes were both a dull gray. He glared at Lin Qi, then provocatively made a throat-slitting gesture at Long Cheng. "You weak, useless pretty boy, what right do you have to command this army? Just because the woman beside you is beautiful? Hey, how about a wager? If I defeat you, your woman is mine!"
Yan Chimei, who had been standing silently at Long Cheng's side, flashed with anger in her eyes. She pursed her rosy lips and stared fixedly at Yaziqi for a long while before giving a mocking laugh. "Sorry, I'd rather like a pretty boy than someone whose face is so gray and murky he looks no different from a zombie. Are you sure you aren't a spy for the undead?"
Yaziqi was left speechless for quite some time. He touched his stiff face, and a thread-thin gray beam suddenly shot from his eyes toward Yan Chimei. Without a word, he attacked her. Having just inherited the divine office of a Nightmare Commander, a subordinate god under Azi, the God of Nightmares, he now possessed strength no weaker than that of an upper mid-level god. He was confident he could easily deal with Yan Chimei.
He had truly been captivated by Yan Chimei, clad in crimson armor and seeming to be enveloped in flames, like a