Yue Changlong paid no more attention to [Wolf], who had been scared out of his wits and was trembling on his knees.
His gaze passed over [Wolf]'s head and finally settled on [Fool].
"Now, do you still think I'm bluffing?"
Yue Changlong asked calmly.
[Fool]'s lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't get a single word out.
What could he say?
You're a badass?
You're invincible?
We're all trash?
Before such absolute, overwhelming power, any words seemed pale and powerless.
"It's getting late."
As Yue Changlong spoke, he swept his gaze around them as though he were looking at corpses.
"I'm in a hurry."
"Come at me together."
Together?
What did he mean?
Did he want to take on all four of us Thrones alone?!
No!
That wasn't right!
[Demon] was unconscious, [Death God]'s soul was severely injured, and [Wolf] had been scared out of his wits.
Strictly speaking, [Fool] was the only one still standing.
Could... he be talking to me alone?
No, no!
[Fool]'s mind had become a complete mess.
He couldn't begin to understand how Yue Changlong's mind worked.
Normally, when facing four opponents of the same level, wouldn't you do everything possible to pick them off one by one?
Why did Yue Changlong find that too much trouble and tell them all to attack together instead?
Just how much confidence and strength did someone need to dare say something like that?!
A tidal wave of shock surged through [Fool]'s heart.
He had thought he'd already overestimated Yue Changlong enough.
Only now did he realize that his supposed "overestimation" was nothing but a joke before this man!
Yue Changlong wasn't even fighting on the same plane as these "mortals"!
If Thrones like them stood at the top of the pyramid...
Then Yue Changlong