Kapitel 938: The Unaware Slave of Pride

Demon Lord Kirgil was petrified, his body took a still pause like a statue.

He had hoped that some of the other Demon Lords survived so that he could reunite with them and join forces to defeat the enemy forces, or at least make a tactical retreat to fight another day, and as expected, the others were still alive.

But he wasn't expecting to see them in this kind of state.

Reality slapped him across the face as he regretted being an obedient slave to his own pride.

If even he was defeated, then what chances do the others have?

"W- Who did this...?" Demon Lord Kirgil asked, his voice trembling in utter fright.

Upon hearing this, Aructh and Mazel averted their gazes elsewhere, clear humiliation could be seen on their faces, "It's the leader of the new era's rising power. We tried to fight him and his forces, but we hardly put up any fight"

"It's the Werewolf... It's him, right?" Another question slipped out of his mouth.