A muscular middle-aged man stood in the air with a few others and spoke through the barrier, "Sir, who are you and why do you have such enmity with the Vile Dynasty? If you are willing to stop attacking the Vile Dynasty City, we will do our best to comply with any of your demands."
Zhao Fu's side was not in a hurry to attack. His City Lords wore black cloaks and used Demon Stones to hide their auras, standing in the air around the Vile Dynasty City and locking it down completely.
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhao Fu lightly laughed and said, "I want your Vile Dynasty to submit to me and give me control of everything. Right now, I am your King, so your only choice is to submit. Do you understand?"
Hearing these domineering and unreasonable words, flames of fury appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he endured it. His goal was simply to stall for time so that the others could destroy the City Hall's defensive barrier.