As she stealthily moved forward, she expressed her admiration for Changtian. At least when she herself was in such a situation, she didn't have the guts to take such risks.
"It's not just any ordinary demon, but a Demon Soldier of Hidden Stream. Thirty thousand years ago, each and every Demon Soldier was at least this brave and fierce," Changtian's voice was calm, without much intonation, as if all of this was to be expected.
"That's awesome," she clicked her tongue in amazement. Our dear Changtian sure has reached a certain level of expertise in acting tough.
"Of course, mantises, as creatures, can live for ten days even after being beheaded. Mantis Demons have even stronger Life Force and can regrow their heads," he suddenly shifted the topic, revealing his Changtian-style wicked sense of humor.
Shit! So that's how it is.
She silently cursed in a most unladylike fashion in her heart.
