No one can catch any trace from him.
The Greedy Devil King, trampled under the giant tiger's paws, can no longer maintain his true form, his power obliterated, only sustained by his undying immortality beneath that rank.
A movement of the tiger's foot, and a scream echoes in the dark.
The Mountain Lord sighed.
"Still no good, still far from enough.
Take it slow, no rush.
Rest assured, no one dares to save you, and no one can save you.
You'd better pray every day, pray that I succeed soon, to give you a swift end.
I sincerely wish to give you a swift end."
As soon as the Greedy Devil King's scream began, seemingly trying to say something, the Mountain Lord forcibly silenced him.
"I'm just talking to myself, who allowed you to speak? Is there a place for you to speak here?"
