Mo Li Ke stood on top of his large magical artifact, looking ahead with a calm expression. Beside him, there were a few other demon race people. These people were all tall and burly, with ferocious looks and a murderous aura.
"Lord Moriko," one of the demons suddenly said,"are we only going to trap Zhao Hai's 1st Legion here?" Why don't we go all out and annihilate Zhao Hai's group?"
Mo Li Ke stared ahead without moving, but he said, " "Shali mo, it's not that I don't want to do this, but I can't. You've never fought Zhao Hai before, so you don't know how terrifying he is. As long as we can hold him here and prevent him from supporting the 2nd Legion, that will be our greatest victory. As long as we destroy the 2nd Legion, we can turn around and deal with Zhao Hai's 1st Legion. As long as we work together, his 1st Legion will not be our match."
