The battlefield crackled with anticipation as Tristan, his towering figure wreathed in a dense shroud of malevolent qi, stared down at the audacious human Crown Prince, Wang Hao, and his loyal faction.
A smirk curled upon Tristan's lips, his voice dripping with disdain as he unleashed his words like venomous arrows.
"Another pitiful human dares to challenge me?" Tristan sneered, his voice reverberating with an air of arrogance.
"Know this, you insignificant mortal: among demons, I am revered as the unrivaled champion of the King Realm. Your feeble attempts to oppose me will be naught but futile gestures of defiance."
His words hung in the air, an ominous echo that saturated the atmosphere with unsettling energy. Tristan's demonic aura pulsed around him, dark tendrils coiling like serpents, as if hungry for the taste of victory.