Amaya scoffed at him, and sneered
“Pathetic, sending someone so weak to stop me.”
She then turned to the Lycan king.
“Slapping him was a mercy because I didn't feel any killing intent from his attack, he was merely trying to stop me. But from now on, it will be different. If you send one, I kill one, if you send two, I kill two, even if you send a hundred, I will kill them all. Stop trying to show your supremacy before me, I don't care about you.”
Her words felt like a challenge igniting a competitive fire in the Lycan King's eyes, and he stared at her, his nose flaring dangerously. He suddenly appeared before Amaya, blocking her way, his eyes red with danger.
She took a step back, feeling the tight air of danger oozing out of him, even stronger than the one from the dead dragon in
