The Plague Lord's incarnation was crazed, flames of fury burning in his eyes. Yet behind those flames lurked a trace of smug satisfaction.
Fang Yun had seen that look many times. It was especially reminiscent of someone with a hidden trump card, eager to flaunt it yet desperately concealing it to keep his opponent from noticing.
Still smiling, Fang Yun stared into the Plague Lord's eyes and said, "I have never underestimated the Demon Realm, not even an ordinary demon commoner. When a race grows powerful enough, it accumulates not only tremendous strength but ample experience as well. This attempt to kill me has neither cost you much strength nor exceeded the bounds of your experience. After all, your experience of repeatedly failing to kill me is bound to prove useful at a time like this. How does that saying go? Right, adversity makes a nation flourish. It seems I have been continually helping your Demon Realm prosper."
Rather than growing angry, the Plague Lord revealed a venomous smile. "If you had done everything you could to escape, you might still have had a thread of hope. But by killing so many Ancient Demon Battle Souls and Half-Sage Incarnations in such a short time, you have forced the Demon Realm to act ahead of schedule! That's right, our Demon Realm has trump cards and preparations. You are certain to die!"
"You tampered with the treasures before the Treasure Wager, didn't you?" Fang Yun asked calmly.
"You even knew that?" The Plague Lord froze.
"I didn't know at first, but I could vaguely guess that your Treasure Wager couldn't merely be about wagering treasures. Even if you lost, you would have ways to retrieve them. But I hadn't fully worked it out. Only after entering the Crime Sea did I gradually