"The Tauren army has lost…"
In another small chiliocosm, there was a magnificent palace floating in the void. It appeared to be the center of the entire small chiliocosm, and emitted a magnificent and holy aura.
"Your Majesty, the Tauren army has lost, but we still have hundreds of armies! Moreover, there is no lack of armies led by quadrillion-level Supremacies. I am willing to be the vanguard of Your Majesty to annihilate that world!"
A huge ape covered in golden fur knelt on one knee, a trace of battle intent in his eyes.
The "king" sat upright on the throne. His body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of fog, preventing people from seeing his face clearly. However, no one dared to be impudent in front of the "king".
For a long time, the "king" was synonymous with blood and massacre. A word from the "king" could incite a boundless massacre.
