"I don't need your concern," Joyce said coldly. Although Wu Yu said he had nothing to do with the demon invasion, she still regarded Wu Yu as half an enemy.

"That's not the way you'd ask for a favor, but what can I do? I'm so magnanimous. So, follow along with me." Wu Yu boasted. "But first, allow me to do a little test."

[Killer Eyes]

Wu Yu's gaze suddenly turned incredibly cold, like a god from the heavens looking down at the ants on the ground.

An endless killing intent surged toward Joyce, and her weak soul felt an instinctive tremor.

Several forces of law were also mixed in with this mental impact, and Joyce felt as if he were a small boat on the sea, swaying precariously.

Just before Joyce was about to lose consciousness, Wu Yu managed to rein in his aura, and a smile returned to his eyes.

Even the deepest hatred becomes so pale and powerless because of weakness. If power represents everything, then what is the meaning of human will?

Wu Yu was beginning to agree with Phillis's statement: the course of the world is always determined by the strong.

Since that's the case, let's see who's stronger. Even if he loses, he'll accept the outcome he chose.

Wu Yu gazed into the distance, unsure if they were still watching him, but he still chose to nod and greet them.

Joyce snapped out of her daze and looked at Wu Yu, who suddenly seemed somewhat detached, and subconsciously asked, "How do you plan to save this world in the process?"

“I have a friend who said that if I help her conquer this world, then the people here can be saved. I don’t have her grand ambitions. I’m just going to kill a few troublemakers. But without those few enemies, she should be able to succeed.”

Wu Yu's answer was still so presumptuous, and Joyce didn't understand what he meant.