It was a strange place. It was surrounded by a hall that emitted a dark aura.
In the hall, a burly man wearing flaming armor stood slowly.
The man stood in the hall, his body carrying an imposing aura.
Below him were rows of dark soldiers in armor.
The soldiers looked at the man respectfully.
Obviously, this man had absolute control over the dark soldiers.
"This king has come to the border. I believe everyone here knows what my purpose is?"
"Who can tell me what happened when those two high-level demons were killed?"
"The weak humans in the Human Realm Upon Heavens do not have any means to purify the evil energy."
This man was the leader of a noble clan from the Evil Race, General Yan!
Different from humans, the nobility of the Heretic Tribe was not hereditary.
If he wanted to obtain the status of a noble, he had to rely on himself.
And General Yan's empty right arm was the best proof of his strength.
