The fog cleared.
Wu Xiaode appeared on top of a wall, his hands in a boxing stance, looking alert.
He seemed ready to dodge and block at any moment.
Seeing this, the Enchanting Demon finally laughed and nodded, saying,
"Good, you finally dare to battle with me, so I will make sure you die—"
"Stop!" Wu Xiaode interrupted it, speaking softly, "I have a very important question to ask you."
"What?"
"Among the Enchanting Demons, are you a strong one?"
The Enchanting Demon was slightly taken aback.
Why did that sentence sound so familiar?
It seemed...
Not long ago he had said—
"Are you a strong one in this world?"
Now the roles were reversed!
Ludicrous, who did he think he was to counter him with that question?
The corner of the Enchanting Demon's mouth curled up, a hint of mockery on his face.
"Answer my question," Wu Xiaode said.
He glanced at the Book of the Dead.
"Reserve soul power: 0."
