"Of course, if our Winged Wolf Tribe suffers heavy losses in this battle, prepare to receive the Doom Arrow. No matter what, your race will be suppressed by me."
The Wind Emperor laughed coldly.
However, the Demon Emperor was unmoved. She waved her hand indifferently.
The black mass of the demonic army clashed with the Winged Wolf Tribe.
A battle between experts was like missiles colliding, with nuclear bombs rising from time to time.
The battlefield instantly turned into a meat grinder.
Flesh and meat danced in the air, and blood flowed freely.
Blood clouds soared into the sky, and the nauseating smell of blood seemed to turn into a howling gale.
Regardless of the demon race or the Winged Wolf Tribe, the slightest carelessness could turn them into a pile of minced meat.
