A Fight To The Death Or A Snack!?
Ras glanced at the golden spear and scoffed, then he spoke in an indifferent voice, "You really think such a weapon can hurt me?"
The woman felt her heart drop at his words.
'He must be bluffing! It's impossible... yeah, I need to calm down, there is no way in hell he can not be harmed by my divine treasure which has been passed down from my family for generations!'
Snapping out of her thoughts she regained her confidence, glaring at him with pure hatred she began speaking in a cocky tone, "You mortal ant, dare talk lies!"
A cold aura began bursting out from her silky white jaded body causing the ground to turn to solid ice and a windy breeze to blow rapidly around her.
Ras smiled at this sight, a cruel smile formed on his distorted handsome face as he began clapping slowly.
"Impressive, to think you would be able to master the Divine Arts of Fairy Ice!"
When he said this he wasn't lying...