Faced with the powerful demon gods emerging from the black vortex, everyone felt a tightening in their chests.
"Hmph, a bunch of reckless fools!" Subodhi let out a cold snort.
His gaze was like a torch, fixed firmly on those demon gods. The fly whisk in his hand trembled slightly, betraying the anger in his heart. His robes fluttered, yet he showed not a shred of fear. An imposing aura radiated from him, like an unshakeable mountain.
Chapter 114