Chapter 259: Are you sure about that?
He raised his sword, the tip trembling slightly as he pointed it at the void where Su Ping's face should have been.
The tension in the center of the village was thick enough to be felt as a physical pressure, pressing against the lungs of every living soldier who remained standing within the Montgomery encampment.
Henry, sensing that he had successfully baited the winged figure down from the safety of the heavens, adjusted his grip on his ornate sword, his knuckles turning white as he tried to mask the trembling of his hands with a look of pure, aristocratic disdain.
He looked at the void-like mask of his opponent, feeling a surge of misplaced confidence now that the "cowardly necromancer" was standing on the same muddy earth as himself.
"Of course, I am a man of my word," Henry scoffed, his voice carrying a jagged edge of arrogance that echoed through the quiet square.
