"Damn it... I knew it... those damn planners never had good intentions..."
Luo Yan: "..."
Not far away, there was another sound of rubble shifting, and Thanos appeared, disheveled, pushing away the ruins to stand up.
With that pathetic look, Luo Yan couldn't tell for a moment whether this guy was genuinely caught off guard or just acting on the spot.
"Lord Demon King! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Looking at Thanos' concerned expression, Luo Yan replied indifferently, then turned his gaze to Bransia, who was standing unsteadily supported by black vines.
Just now, she had used vines to reinforce the rock wall but had possibly neglected her own defense in the process. She was hit in the chest, tearing a large snow-white patch in her black dress, which was soon sewn up with tiny thorns.