Pain King Saffron resembled an enlarged black stick insect.
Two rows of appendages grew from his abdomen, and transparent insect wings sprouted from his back. Each of his three pairs of jointed arms held a sickle.
"Hristos! Let's see where you can run this time!"
Rolling thunder echoed through the sky.
Before the thunder faded, Saffron descended straight down. As if making a show of force, he dove directly at Bai Xiaowen's mount—the Frost Dragon.
Even without Bai Xiaowen's command, the Frost Dragon would actively confront danger. It spread its wings and breathed out a blast of frigid dragon breath.
Slash!
Two sharp black glints swept across the air, as though they could slice through space itself!
The dragon breath was silently cut apart and slid past Saffron's insectoid body.
The Frost Dragon's limbs were cut apart as well.
"One of the Seven Demon Kings, Pain King Saffron!"
Witch Kelowen's expression changed drastically. "Lord Hristos, hurry and teleport away! Don't worry about me."
"You really are talkative."
Bai Xiaowen shook his head and instead took the Silver Throne from his storage ring before sitting upon it.
The Silver Throne slowly rose into the air at Bai Xiaowen's command, until his gaze met Saffron's compound eyes at the same level.
"The Silver King's throne!" The green compound eyes of Saffron nearly turned red. "Hristos, you are not qualified to possess it!" For some reason, Saffron did not speak Demon Tongue either, but instead used the human Common Tongue.
"If I'm not qualified, then what about you?" Bai Xiaowen smiled. "A deserter? A defeated opponent?"
"Hmph! Hristos, you merely borrowed the power of an army. That doesn't count as true ability. Now, there isn't even a single soldier by your side! Even if you can summon creatures, you can only summon a