The Gray Mist turned its head, looking at Richard. Compared to the previous anger, at this moment its expression seemed a bit calmer.
After all, as the saying goes, no matter how great the hatred, when a person dies, it's over.
The Gray Mist has died six times, and almost all of its hatred has dispersed... Obviously, that's impossible... Actually, it's the extreme counteracting itself, because at the limit of hatred, the Gray Mist isn't in a hurry to take revenge quickly, but thinks more about torturing Richard little by little.
"Cough, cough..."
The Gray Mist coughed lightly twice, raised its eyelids, and stared quietly at Richard.
Richard frowned, locking eyes with the Gray Mist, his four energy furnaces constantly operating, ready to go all out.
