At this moment, the demons.
The place where the Demon Master was in seclusion.
The Demon Master, who was about to succeed in his seclusion, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Who is it? Who was it that took my avatar! Kill my avatar!"
The exasperated Demon Master roared loudly in the cave.
After all, killing that substitute was a huge blow to him this time.
Originally, he would have been able to completely recover in about ten days.
However, this attack had made all his efforts over the past few days go to waste.
In other words, if he wanted to recover, he would have to go into seclusion for another three months!
"If this lord knows who killed this lord's clone, this lord will definitely tear him into pieces!"
The Demon Master spat out blood and spat out this sentence with his last breath.
...
Outside the Northland Teleportation Formation.
The old king finally finished burning the paper money in his hand.
