"So that's how it is, huh!" the Demon General snorted coldly.
Boom, boom, boom—
All the demons stood in place, slowly sinking into the ground with the trembling of the earth.
The ground closed up.
Everything returned to silence.
Dead silence.
Even the sound of a needle dropping on the ground could be heard.
A cold wind blew past.
The Demon Gods looked towards Wu Xiaode.
Wu Xiaode, unable to save face, couldn't help but say, "They just came to go through the motions?"
"Demons are bullies that fear the tough—you can't expect these fellows to dare to fight with the Prisoner Avatar. Even Demon Gods would be controlled by it; no one is its match." The Chi Xiao Sword Spirit sighed.
Opposite them.
Satan sneered, saying, "Pitiful humans, in all the worlds, among all beings, countless gods and monsters, no existence dares to fight me—"
"And now, killing you would only require me to act once."
Satan slowly raised his finger.
A premonition of death emerged in Wu Xiaode's heart.
