3236 The Mysterious Black-Robed Woman

Davis stared at the mysterious black-robed woman. Only after a few seconds of unnerving silence did he open his mouth again, his gaze solemn.

"I asked you if you were the World Master. I suppose you are considering you're this silent, not to mention covered up, as though the eyes of mere immortals like us cannot defile your existence."

"Davis…"

Myria echoed from the side, her voice unsure as though half-berating him and half-warning him not to be so rude or impulsive.

However, Davis was just the opposite.

With an infallible opponent in front of him, he felt like he had nothing to fear as his only resort was Fallen Heaven, which at that point was do or die for him. He didn't know if he was fast enough to draw Fallen Heaven to retaliate, but he sure wasn't afraid to cause the heaven and earth to twist in an attempt to drag all things with him to the underworld.