Lin Ao looked arrogantly at the hidden devil and said calmly, "You're speaking too early; you haven't won yet."
The hermit smiled and said, "Does it matter? Do you think you can stir up a storm and save the hero in the dream?"
"I admit you have power. I only have about a 45% win rate, but do I have to struggle against you?"
The hidden devil laughed, his hands nimble, and his body gradually disappeared into the space between heaven and earth, like a projection.
Lin Shuhao's arrogance pierced through the lost Dark Demon, his expression stunned. Lin Shuhao's arrogance felt the inspiration gradually vanish from his mind, and though he tried desperately to remember, he couldn't.
Feng Wu closed his eyes and said, "No!"
