High above the bloodbath, balancing on the carved wooden rafters of the Grand Hall, the fluffy white kitten strutted along the beams.
Origin-level shockwaves were snapping banners and splintering stone columns just inches away from its tiny paws, but the Ancient Demon Emperor stepped over the flying debris, unbothered by the mortal chaos.
The kitten looked down at the Peak-Origin experts fighting in the center of the room with mismatched, glowing eyes.
'Look at these fools. So-called 'Peak Origin' experts fighting over a melted wooden box like a pack of rabid dogs. Such sloppy footwork! And this Bai Hua... she truly thought she was the spider, but she is merely a blind fly flying headfirst into a web!'
The kitten paused, its eyes tracking Gu Fan down below.
