The auspicious cloud beneath Lu Wenwu's feet slowly dissipated.
On his back, which was as terrifying as a ghostly face, a strange mark resembling a burning flame quietly took shape.
"Xiaohong, Xiaoqing, the task of cleaning the battlefield is yours. If there are any lapses... heh... I've never tasted Wolf and Tiger Whip Wine in my life. I hope you don't fulfill this little wish of mine."
The Red Tiger Demon King and Canglang Demon King simultaneously felt a chill under them, and clamped their tails tightly with their hind legs.
Even being called Xiaohong and Xiaoqing by Lu Wenwu was momentarily forgotten.
"Outer demons, their sin must be punished!"
Among the Armored Race, a Red Armored Leader spoke coldly, thrusting forward a three-meter-long war spear, as a titanic killing intent erupted from their body.
"Demon-slaying Army, surround the target, kill the enemy!"
"Wrong."
