"Damn these Imperial People! All they know are cheap tricks."
"If they have any guts, they should face me head-on."
When Els learned of this, he flew into a rage, smashing the wine glass in his hand onto the floor.
He muttered neurotically,
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! The Dark Planet can't possibly lose. It's impossible!"
As he spoke, he snapped his head up, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Qi Jingshen, who had been numb and expressionless ever since returning to the main base.
To Ye Moyun's shock and horror, Els suddenly spoke:
"Qi Jingshen, look into my eyes."
Qi Jingshen, his body cloaked in black mist and his handsome face entwined with black vines, looked up. His deep green eyes met Els's gaze.
Because of the seed of hatred, the deep green of his eyes was already shrouded in black. Eyes once more translucent than the finest emeralds were gradually turning pitch-black, emanating a dense, deathly stillness.
But it wasn't enough.
For Els, this still wasn't enough.
