"Trash!"
"Trash, all of you are trash."
True demon forefather was severely injured. His internal organs were ruptured. If he hadn't swallowed several pills in a row, he would've been lying on the ground.
It was so easy to deal with these weak natives and he even killed one of them.
The alchemy grandmasters were very afraid, but they were fearless.
"Tell me, are you natives of the land of origin trash? if you don't tell me, I'll crush your head." True demon forefather grabbed the head of an Alchemist with his withered fingers and said with a crazed expression.
"I won 't." The young alchemy Grandmaster's face was red as he glared at the other party. Even if he died, he would not say a word. Then, he looked behind him,"run!"
"You're looking for death. " Forefather true devil was furious. He clenched his fist and gradually increased his strength. He had just killed one person, but these natives didn't cower. He would kill another one.
All of a sudden.
