"My dear Natasha, are you still not planning to admit defeat? If you keep forcing yourself like this, you might exhaust your life energy and fall dead at any moment."
Hei Qilin leisurely followed behind, watching the pale-faced Natasha ahead, smiled casually.
All along the way, he hadn't seized the chance to attack Natasha. It's not that he lacked the ability; he could easily capture her without harm. However, he didn't intend to do that. His goal was to have Nayasha submit, willingly bow before him, and offer her soul to the great Dark Lord, which would give him a sense of accomplishment.
Natasha's eyes were resolute. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll say it again: I will not submit to you. Even if I really die, I will not sell my soul and dignity! You can forget about getting anything from me."
"Is that so? Seems I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have such an unyielding side. Truly commendable! Now, I find myself liking you more and more."
