"Ha ha... Ha ha ha ha..."
Shi Feng, looking at the madwoman he held in his hands who was laughing wildly, suddenly turned cold and snapped in a chilling voice, "What Demon God! If that beast dares to come, I shall make it my mount!"
"Ha ha, how arrogant! The might of the Demon God is beyond your meager Human Clan's imagination! You will die a terrible death, certainly! The Demon God will flay you, draw your tendons, disarticulate your bones, drain your blood, and gnaw on your flesh!" Aisali said more and more ferociously, her expression turning vicious and fierce as she spoke vehemently.
"You wretch! I'll make you die a painful death first! I'll drain your blood, making you into an ugly, shriveled corpse just like that old man of your clan from before!" Shi Feng said coldly. Then, with a thought, a mysterious power surged within the Sacred Flame in the palm of his hand.