"Humph!"
"You think you can block me just because you have the physique of the demon race?"
"You overestimate yourself!"
"Today, everyone here has to die."
William was holding a sword, exuding a chilling light. His face revealed his disdain as he coldly glared at Godfrey, blocking the entrance.
Filled with wounds, Godfrey struggled to look up as he said, "Even if I'm overestimating my abilities, I still need to stop you."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was still filled with a powerful energy.
The Hulk Sword next to him was giving off a heavy, ringing sound.
A big difference!
A big difference in cultivation levels!
Before they even fought, the suppression from their difference in cultivation levels already made Godfrey unable to move. Every time he wanted to make a move, it felt like there was a mountain weighing down on his body. It was very uncomfortable! His movement and his sword intent had been completely suppressed.
Demon race.
They were different from the human race.
