The voice of the desolation increasingly no longer sounded like a human voice, echoing across this world like repeated heavy hammer strikes, pounding relentlessly into Andrew's ears, mind, and the depths of his soul.
In Andrew's vision, the dragon-shaped fire kept enlarging, rushing towards him.
Strangely, facing this blow aimed entirely at him, Andrew's originally serious expression turned into a smile: "Is that so?"
From the opponent's words and attack moves, Andrew sensed anger.
Though the desolation concealed it well, there was no doubt that having both the intercepted signal and the close mini teleportation gate exploded was almost a face-slapping humiliation for the desolation.
Getting one's face slapped certainly leads to anger.
"But, being angry means there is more than one person showing weakness!" Andrew's eyes flashed with a murderous intent.
