"He can fly too?" John was taken aback and hastily called out to Black Turtle for help. "Old man, give me a hand here."
At his current strength, John was already struggling to deal with the six-star demon lords, let alone the even more formidable demon emperor.
"Damn it!" Black Turtle cursed under his breath. He had attempted to come to John's aid several times, but the two demon emperors kept him fully occupied.
Forced to focus on his own battle, he could only shout, "Kid, just get into the Death Land!"
John continued to maneuver through the air on his flying sword, showing no intention of retreating into the Death Land.
He had finally encountered a group of six-star demon lords, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. He needed to take them down.
But more importantly, he was here to stop the demon race's genius, Owen, from obtaining the demon race's treasure.
Boom!
