The Female Demon Lord's soft laughter colored this overwhelming bloodshed, her eyebrows still smiling, her fair face speckled with blood, like a demon from the underworld.
In her hand, she was casually holding a head.
The head was covered with a fierce tusk ghost mask.
Beneath the mask, Zangxin's eyes widened, pupils instantly shrinking, eyelashes trembling slightly in the shadow, and in the distance, his headless body shuddered as never before, in unparalleled fear and disarray.
The Female Demon Lord's smile did not fade as she casually tossed Zangxin's still-breathing head to the ground, her soft boots mercilessly pressing down on his face.
Her smile seemed like a sugarcoated with deadly arsenic, sickly sweet yet chilling to the bone: "Since you know you're guilty of disturbing my peaceful dreams, why not just stay here?"
