Although Ye Fan was momentarily shocked, he soon regained his composure.
At that moment, the Demon Emperor, disheveled and hoarse, sneered at Ye Fan. "Time to die! How confident are you now?" he asked, his gaze full of mockery.
"One hundred percent," Ye Fan replied.
Suddenly, he entered a demonic state. His eyes turned blood-red, making him more terrifying than a madman. It was an utterly horrifying sight, even more so than the frenzied Demon Emperor. He had exploited a flaw within his own body to enter this state. The auras of both men surged, their combat power seemingly transcending the realm of Kings. The battle had not even begun, yet the sheer pressure erupting from them was enough to drive one to despair—a despair that came from the very depths of the soul.
