The Fourth SSS-Grade Talent!

"You are mocking me. The smile on your face never stopped!"

The Son of the Netherworld's eyes were cold.

He was fearful about Lin Qiye and did not attack immediately.

Instead, he talked to stall for time so the surviving zombies could retreat.

Lin Qiye naturally knew what the Son of the Netherworld was thinking.

He didn't do anything and merely quietly looked at the Son of the Netherworld as if he did not see through his little tricks. 

The Son of the Netherworld's face was cold.

"You wrote that letter, did you?

"You're amazing. You knew what the demon race was planning a few months in advance. You even thought of a way for me to have thirty billion zombies and ruin the demon race's plan.

"How sinister and cunning."

The Son of the Netherworld looked at Lin Qiye. His voice was exceptionally loud.

The Demon Emperor heard it clearly.