The Rakshasa's three directions have sent reinforcements; the Heavenly Star Realm is in dire danger.
In the critical moment, Xuan Le led a surprise attack on one side, catching them off guard, and consecutively seized eleven cities from the Rakshasa.
In the eleven battles, Xuan Le slaughtered all around, imposing might.
Yet, no matter how imposing, it couldn't erase Lin Tian'er's faint mockery from her face.
Xuan Le understood well.
Because in those eleven battles, the monarchs from the Rakshasa side totaled only about twenty, which was insignificant compared to the seven hundred monarchs.
"Lin Tian'er, I will make you acknowledge me!"
Harboring a sliver of hope, Xuan Le walked up to Lin Tian'er and continued to act superior.
Lin Tian'er glanced at Xuan Le, smiled slightly, and walked away.
"Young Master Xuan Le needs to work hard; the seven hundred monarchs have yet to appear."
"Hmph!"
Xuan Le's anger flared up again, just when Zhu Youjian came to report in panic.
