Kuang Ling spoke scornfully, "You brat, you'll be tormented to death in my array. Right now, I just need to sit back and wait!"
"Hahaha! I've spent a month setting this up in your Heavenly King Hall. Are you pleased with such a gift?" Kuang Ling laughed wildly at Ye Fan. Filled with malicious joy and a boundless sense of accomplishment, Kuang Ling knew he would be the one to slay the archenemy of the Divine Race. In doing so, he would also earn the chance to become one of them.
But Ye Fan simply responded, "Is that so?"
He rushed forward to attack, but in the face of these innocent souls, he ultimately held back. Even if he had struck, it might have been useless. This was the reality of the situation. And to think Kuang Ling had been plotting for so long!
Growing impatient, Kuang Ling said, "I originally planned to wear you down slowly, but I've run out of patience. Skull Formation!"
