The Commander was so traumatized that he looked as if he had lost his soul.
It was with high expectations that he led his army into the Subterranean Gallery, intending to push his forces into the Master Teacher Continent. If he succeeded, his name would ripple throughout the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe, and his standing would swiftly rise through the ranks. But before he could even launch a proper invasion, he was already violated by a brick and a spear…
Moreover, the demonic saber which he had specially brought out of his clan for this special occasion actually submitted to the other party…
Where in the world did the prideful attitude you have shown me earlier go to?
Why in the name of the heavens are you groveling on the ground right now?
