Yu Tuo was somewhat bewildered.
Conceding before the battle, was that not even more disgraceful?
However, seeing the resolute expression on his dear brother's face, it was not a good time to speak his mind.
After all, under the continuous high pressure day and night—even for them as kings, eternally unperished—it was unbearable. The body could handle it, but the spirit couldn't hold up under such tension.
"Lord An Wang, please wait..."
Within the vast palace, King of Pu Demon suddenly spoke, stopping An Lan in his tracks.
His voice was deep, faintly carrying a whooshing momentum, a grandeur unique to a titan, quite exaggerated.
Behind An Lan loomed the towering and sharp mountain peaks. Hearing King of Pu Demon call his name, he turned his head laboriously, his expression puzzled.
King of Pu Demon did not beat around the bush but pointed out directly, "Lord An Wang, do not forget, when that lunatic appears, our war drums simply will not sound..."
