After Song Shi killed the two Demon Emperors, the Demon Race army, which had already been thrown into chaos by the Golden Armor Heavenly Gods, completely lost their morale. In the blink of an eye, they collapsed into a state of disunity and fled.
"Brother Song, your methods are too powerful. You're comparable to a large Emperor Race alone. You've even surpassed them to a certain extent."
Ji Xiyang lamented. Song Shi's side did not have much combat strength, and their numbers were very small. However, all of them had terrifying strength. If no one could stop Song Shi's high-end combat strength, they would be defeated like this.
"Cut the crap. I'm only taking care of the leader. I'm not interested in the minions. If you want to avoid trouble, bring your men and quickly clean up the army. I won't waste any more time here with you."
Song Shi's words were not only a reminder, but also an indication that he was leaving.
