"Gentleness is a lie. So is happiness!"
The Liar Demon said.
He spread his arms, showcasing unprecedented power.
A black sea of disaster, the unknown, and fear surged and roared outside the buildings.
The explosions of whistling shells, mixed with the shouts and killings of the Netherworld Pirates, made the entire Harbor City resemble a tableau of Purgatory.
Yet all of this was merely to turn this vast city into a farm for harvesting the Power of Lies.
The rolling power, though not as grand as his peak,
gave him the ability to sit back at the card table in a short time.
"Truly terrifying, Mr. Wright."
Though the Liar Demon held the advantage, he still watched the Fairy Town, competing for power with the Gentle Land, with trepidation.
"In a short time, to create such a strong and perfect dream realm.
Did you guess that I had this Gentle Land?"
Lette laughed heartily: "Haha, didn't expect that, did you?"
The Liar Demon was taken aback at first, then laughed as well.
