"roar!"
in the middle of the raging lava, the evil demon named " flame lord " roared at the sky as if doing so could vent all his anger and intimidate the enemy to a certain extent, so that they would not dare to act rashly.
however, bai wushang could clearly see that blood was flowing from the corner of the demon's eyes. unwillingness, hatred, hatred, depression ... negative emotions were emerging one after another, and the strongest of them all was despair.
lao ai seemed to be completely disappointed with his current situation. a heart-wrenching sense of pessimism seeped out of his skin bit by bit.
" born as a devil and relying on darkness, should we be targeted? "
" being born as a god is accompanied by the light. does it mean that being untainted by the dust of the world and being absolutely correct?! "
" die! " burned lord roared and panted heavily. the earth wailed and the barren hills lost their color.