"Insignificant human..."
"What gave you the courage to face me alone?!"
The level 110 Myriad-Blade Demon Soldier spoke in the low, guttural tongue of the Ten Thousand Demons Race through its massive maw lined with razor-sharp fangs.
Under the universal skill Language Analysis,
everyone could understand what the Myriad-Blade Demon Soldier was saying.
Faced with the Myriad-Blade Demon Soldier's disdainful, mocking words, Ling Zhan's expression remained calm, without the slightest ripple, as though he did not consider the enemy before him worth his notice at all.
Though this man had not said a word,
as long as he stood there,
everyone could sense the peerlessly supreme aura with which he looked down upon the world.
Before him, all enemies seemed utterly vulnerable.
Not just anyone could possess such bearing.
Seeing that this human offered no verbal response, the towering Myriad-Blade Demon Soldier exhaled a breath of white vapor. Its aura suddenly surged sharply upward.
Clearly,
it was enraged!
At the same time, it entered its true combat stance!
Clang!!
Its arms transformed into two sharp greatblades, displaying its powerful demonic body's ability to freely turn into any weapon.
"You want to play with blades, do you..."
Ling Zhan calmly raised his head and glanced at the twin blades manifested by the Myriad-Blade Demon Soldier. His hand tightened slightly.
Buzz!!
The Myriad Transformer in his hand instantly transformed into a greatblade engulfed in blazing flames!
"Ah! Damn! Did he copy my Crimson Flame Battle Blade this time?"
At that moment,
one of the job-changers outside could not help crying out upon seeing the flaming greatblade in Ling Zhan's hand.
"Now we can be sure..."
"That kid's ring is equipment that can copy other people's weapons!"
"And more importantly..."
"The copied weapon's attributes are actually higher than the original's!"
"That's a little