"Next time? I don't know how long I would have to wait for such an opportunity. These years haven't been happy for me. Momentum is built on the first charge, wanes on the second, and is exhausted by the third. If I shrink back every time there's a difficulty, then I'm not Nightmare Demon."
Looking at Nightmare Demon, Lu Luo nodded. She was right; if one always shrank back, one would lose the drive to advance.
"You're making sense."
"How about it, Lu Luo, I did pretty well, didn't I? It's a pity I can't help you more."
Lu Xiaotian buried her head in Lu Luo's embrace, then fainted. In this battle, she had expended too much energy and lost too much blood. Even the formidable body of an Eighth Order Monarch was at its limit.
"You did really well, truly well. Leave the rest to me!"
