Perlman's voice was low and dangerous, like the calm before a storm,
"You shouldn't have interfered in this battle, even if you witnessed it, you shouldn't have appeared."
"..."
Yet Loren himself still stood atop the distant high-rise, silent as if waiting quietly for something.
After a few seconds, he finally spoke.
"What else is there to say? You don't think I could just stand by and watch this disaster unfold, do you?"
His voice cut through the torrential rains of the Poson Demon World, lingering around Perlman.
Whether it was rain or falling petals, in the Great Priest's eyes, they were all filled with compassion.
"I will give you a chance,"
He slightly lifted his palm, as if caressing the curtain of rain, or as if cradling moonlight,
"A chance to challenge me."
At the same time, he was looking at Perlman.
The Talia in Lanci's heart didn't know what to say anymore.
This guy from the other side really dared to act.
And in her memory, Loren was not so showy.