An Nanjing stood proudly on the arena with her hands behind her back, and her gaze was calm and indifferent. Mo Ke was tightly enveloped by the Devil God’s Wings, and he was like an iron ball that resided in front of her. Moreover, it was impossible to determine his situation because of this.

An Nanjing was being conceited but confident. The reason she’d given Mo Ke opportunities to catch his breath every single time wasn’t because she wanted to display her strength. She merely ...