After that brief second of warmth, the woman finally seemed to come to her senses.
She realized what she was now and guessed what was about to happen. Her voice grew urgent. "Xun, run!"
"Do you want to know how she died?" Demon chuckled softly.
His voice brimmed with anticipation, as though he could hardly wait to share the story with Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun answered by conjuring more water bolts and firing them at Demon.
The burly man and the disheveled man moved at the same time, easily blocking every attack.
Before Demon could speak again, countless scattered droplets instantly transformed into tiny water needles and shot toward him in unison.
As the burly man and the disheveled man tried to intercept them, the water needles curved nimbly around the obstacles as though they had minds of their own, continuing toward Demon.
Naturally, neither man could match the speed of those tiny water needles. Just as the needles were about to pierce Demon's body, another puppet was summoned.
Before its appearance could be made out, a vast sheet of scorching flames erupted, instantly dissolving every water needle.
The thin mist in the air evaporated rapidly, revealing the puppet's face.
She had ear-length hair and a clean, delicate face, but her eyes were vacant, lacking the resolve they had shown in the photograph.
It was undoubtedly A Le.
"So you were hiding some of your strength." Demon snorted with a laugh. "Unfortunately, that's still all you've got."
His expression remained relaxed. Even though Zhao Xun had displayed strength beyond his expectations, he still did not take him seriously.
Apart from his battle with Death God, he had never lost.
It was only the special ability [Water Control]. There was nothing to fear.
Meanwhile, Zhao Xun's adoptive mother was watching him