Self-destruction?
Wushuang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, concern evident in her eyes. The self-destruction of a Divine Monarch in the early stages would undoubtedly mean certain death for all three of them.
She slowly shifted her gaze to Li Cheng, only to see that he did not bother to conceal the disdain in his eyes as he stared at the Withered Bone Demon Monarch.
Glancing at Kong Lianqing, she found him relaxed, clearly not worried about the Withered Bone Demon Clan's self-destruction at all.
This scene perplexed Wushuang, why wasn't the self-destruction of a Divine Monarch intimidating?
"Go ahead and self-destruct, I'm waiting!" Li Cheng spoke up, his tone filled with mockery.
The Withered Bone Demon Monarch was at a loss for words—was he, a Divine Monarch, not frightening even when he was threatening self-destruction?
"It's not that I'm looking down on you, it's that you really are contemptible. A mighty Divine Monarch, look at what you have done!"