The gaze remains unyielding.
Even faced with such terrifying pressure, she does not retreat even a step, standing tall like a slender wild grass swaying in a fierce gale.
So small, yet so tenacious.
No one knows what kind of pressure that thin figure is bearing at this moment.
Even from such a distance, it nearly drives them to lose control; the tyrannical killing intent within transforms their gaze to blood-red.
Each bitterly suppresses it.
The head formed by void cracks in the sky suddenly opens its eyes at a certain moment.
Its gaze directly focuses on that unyielding figure on the dark altar.
"Duodoru, that fool, was killed by you all?"
The tone is completely devoid of emotional fluctuation.
"After the death of the Naga deity, these Nagas have utterly degraded into uselessness."
Speaking with a hint of admiration.
"A soul of astonishing resilience... Such a weak body is unworthy of bearing this soul."
