Demon Soul heard these words, but, contrary to Han Li's expectation, he did not get angry. Instead, his silvery white pupils suddenly narrowed. His gaze swept over the sword shadows in front of Han Li, the Purple Firebird, and the Blood Devil Sword several times before it gradually turned ice-cold.
Han Li met his gaze in silence, the Thunderstorm Wings slowly emerging behind him as mana began to rapidly circulate within his body.
Just then, a loud explosion from afar reached their ears, causing both Han Li and Demon Soul to glance over, startled.
There, amidst flashing lights, several differently colored orbs of light broke through a black light barrier. The barrier collapsed in an instant, revealing the true forms of the ring, the small grey sword, and the spell flags—Demonic Treasures whose devilish light now appeared dim, as if they had sustained considerable damage.
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