The Scythe Demon replied, "I want to turn her into my collection, then hold her beautiful head every day and admire it."
"Ah, I can't wait to kiss her lips right now!"
At this moment, Wu Ling'Er snorted coldly, "I am the Saint Master's woman. Someone like you isn't even worthy of lifting his shoes, yet you dream of touching his woman!"
The Scythe Demon chuckled lightly, "Oh? Who is your Saint Master? You speak of him so highly, yet even as you're about to be beheaded by me, he hasn't appeared?"
Wu Ling'Er remained silent, then gritted her teeth and said, "He will be back soon!"
"When my Saint Master returns, he will kill you all!"
Saying this, Wu Ling'Er turned and shouted, "Witch Race's soldiers, do not be afraid!"
"Remember, we still have the invincible Saint Master Han Xing!"
"Once he returns, these beings from the Abyss Realm are nothing to be feared!"
"Use your weapons to tear these demons' flesh apart; even in death, take the enemy with you."
