Green flames suddenly appeared around Wu Taeyong's hands.
The eerie flames flickered quietly, yet the energy contained within them seemed capable of burning everything in their path.
Knowing full well his overwhelming strength, Wu Taeyong was certain that the situation was completely under his control. His Pishacha army had surrounded the entire prison, while none of his enemies possessed enough strength to escape from him.
With that confidence, he looked at the wary Dowblis Snake with a playful smile.
"Have you decided how this will end?"
He casually raised his hand, allowing the green flames to dance around his fingers.
"Will you surrender?"
"Or should I play around with you for a little while before defeating you?"
Just then—
A powerful aura suddenly erupted behind him.
Wu Taeyong's expression changed.
An instinctive sense of danger surged through his body.
He immediately turned around.
A gigantic sword slash was already right in front of his face.
"What—?!"
