"Gghh… gghhghh!!"
The Three-Spiked Emperor tilted his head back, his bulging, blood-red eyes trembling as he stared upward at the strange white-haired young man who held his neck as if it were nothing more than a fragile toy. The youth's casual, almost playful smile made the whole scene feel unreal—like he was teasing friends rather than crushing a martial emperor's throat.
And in an instant, recognition crashed upon him.
"Gghh…!!"
The Emperor hammered desperately at the arm strangling him, his blows wild and frantic. Now, everything made sense—why he had been captured with such insulting ease, why resistance had felt meaningless. At this moment, all he could do was fight against the darkness creeping in, struggling not to let his consciousness slip away forever.
"The White-Haired Demon!!" every officer in the room shouted at once, their bodies jerking in pure terror.
