"You mean to tell me that I can keep attacking, and before my moves are exhausted, you won't fight back?" Wang Xiaoqiang stared intently at the Evil Immortal's face and asked.
"That's correct," said the Evil Immortal.
"You won't go back on your word?"
"I will absolutely not go back on my word." The Evil Immortal vowed solemnly. "How could I, a noble Purple Mansion Immortal, stoop to playing tricks on you, a Daluo Golden Immortal."
Wang Xiaoqiang nodded without moving. Although he had a Puppet Army, appearing formidable, in the face of overwhelming power, numbers were merely virtual figures, useless.
His eyes firmly locked onto the Evil Immortal, a glimmer of contemplation in his eyes. He understood wisely that facing such a powerful being, blindly reckless attacks would only waste energy in vain.
