In the sky, white silks fluttered like white dragons, under the control of the Turquoise Pool Saintess, approaching the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord was very calm. As the white silks swept over, he remained as steady as a mountain, using a single hand to point into the air. Wherever his hand landed, a force was generated, repelling the white silks.
The Turquoise Pool Saintess frequently frowned; the strength of the Demon Lord exceeded her expectations. She initially thought this person, who replaced the Demon Lord Holy Son, was not as strong as him. However, he greatly surpassed her imagination, reaching such a realm.
The way he utilized and controlled his strength was even more effortless and natural than hers, giving off an innate feeling.
The Demon Lord was indeed difficult to deal with.
Although the Turquoise Pool Saintess was reluctant to admit it verbally, she had to take this opponent seriously in her heart.
