The Nine-tailed Fox and her doppelganger were exuding more and more of the aura of a Transformation Realm expert. Her gaze was one of superiority over the rest of the Demon Race, as if she could look down on all life with a chilling indifference.
This was perfectly normal, however. After all, the Nine-tailed Fox hadn't been outside in ages. She spent her days in Cultivation, only occasionally sending her One-tailed doppelganger, the little girl, out to hunt.
Under these circumstances, her awareness of the outside world had grown faint. In other words, she hadn't faced a worthy opponent in a long time. Having reached the Transformation Realm, it was only natural for her to be arrogant.
In fact, she had always been arrogant in this territory. She was one of the Eight Great Dominators, after all. If she wasn't arrogant, who would be?
