"You seem to trust him quite a bit."
Tian Ye's response to Xu Yuan's confidence carried a sense of indifference. His golden eyes, playful yet incisive, swept across the two battlefields within the city as he spoke leisurely:
"What you talked about is merely one of the Lord of the Ancient Abyss's spellcraft techniques. Even if Feng Jiuxuan breaks it, there will be a second, a third. The Demon Race is unlike humans. Their long lifespans give them ample time to master countless trump cards."
"So next, I will tell you all of his trump cards."
Xu Yuan's calm words seemed to make the distant sound of explosions fall eerily quiet.
Tian Ye slightly parted his petite lips, as though he was about to say something, but eventually merely let out a faint chuckle:
"I'm not interested in such things, so you don't need to bother..."
"Xu Changtian, since she's unwilling, I can relay the message for you."
