"From now on, you will appear on the Abyssal World's wanted list until the day you die completely, and your head ends up beneath my feet..."
The Temporal Demon Spirit's voice echoed across the sky above the Great Wall Defense Line.
Lincon carried the Wind Demon Lord, who had once again been reduced to a half-dead state. Facing the Temporal Demon Spirit, he opened his eyes.
The two sides were a kilometer apart. At that distance, the Temporal Demon Spirit's abilities could no longer affect him.
Compared with the Temporal Demon Spirit's empty threats, Lincon's response was far more decisive and ruthless.
He grabbed the Wind Demon Lord's head with one hand and crushed it with a bang.
A High-Rank Lord who had once assassinated an A-Rank ability user from the Great Wall Defense Line died just like that atop the Giant Wall.
The Temporal Demon Spirit raised an eyebrow at the sight, and its gaze toward Lincon grew even colder.
"I'll remember you!"
After dropping those words, the Dreamweaver Banshee's wings shook behind her. Rolling wind pressure scattered the clouds and mist as she dragged the Temporal Demon Spirit away from the Great Wall Defense Line.
But suddenly, the heavens changed. The environmental energy rapidly surged and condensed, and a brief white halo swept over the Dreamweaver Banshee, shining onto her body.
Under the white light, the Dreamweaver Banshee froze in midair. Apart from her basic consciousness, everything around her—time and space—had solidified, leaving her unable to break free.
The Temporal Demon Spirit seemed to realize something, and its expression instantly became terrified.
"Taiyi, how dare you attack me?!" It looked in a certain direction and shouted.
It was obvious that the Temporal Demon Spirit was truly afraid this time.
Its pupils shrank to pinpoints, and every inch of