Meanwhile, Wang Jian addressed Mo Yu directly, his voice cutting through the din of battle. "Devil King," he boomed, "how long do you intend to prolong this pointless struggle? See the power of the Silver Light Goddess! Surrender now, and perhaps there will be mercy for your people."
Mo Yu let out a guttural roar, the very essence of defiance. "Surrender? Never! We Devils will fight until our last breath!"
The air crackled with tension. Suddenly, Huang Zhi launched himself at Wang Jian, a torrent of rage fueling his attack. Wang Jian, with effortless grace, sidestepped the blow, reappearing a safe distance away.
"Is this your declaration of war on the allied forces then, Huang Zhi?" Wang Jian inquired, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "Have you chosen to side with the devils?"