At this moment, Zhutian and the Great Demon King were indeed experiencing a terrifying disparity in emotions, as if they had plummeted from the high heavens to the dust below!
Tens of thousands of elite warriors and the reliance on Divine Artifacts were all annihilated within less than ten breaths...
Such an event was utterly beyond comprehension and imagination.
It was as if they were dreaming.
A nightmare!
"Kneel," commanded Huang Xiaolong with a voice that seemed devilish, once again piercing their ears and intimidating their souls.
Thump~~!
Thump~~!
Zhutian and the Great Demon King both knelt before Huang Xiaolong, trembling all over like fragile quails.
"Hmm~ Had you knelt earlier, wouldn't everyone be happy? Did you really have to force my hand?" Huang Xiaolong shook his head. "Great Demon King, do you regret it now?"
Regret?
The Great Demon King shuddered.
