The Demon King Council powerhouse gave two dry laughs.
"I was only reminding you, yet you fail to appreciate kindness."
At this moment, the gray-robed old man from the Skyvault Consortium narrowed his eyes and said indifferently toward the void,
"Senior God King, no matter what grudges exist between you and Your Excellency John..."
"As long as I am here, I must protect him. Otherwise, it would be my dereliction of duty."
"Unless I die."
The void fell silent for a moment.
Then, the voice of the Hidden Race God King sounded again, carrying unconcealed coldness.
"John."
"The Skyvault Consortium cannot send powerhouses to protect you forever."
"They will not be able to protect you for long."
"Do not give me a chance, or I will certainly suppress you."
When John heard this, the corners of his mouth curved into a cold smile.
Facing the deterrence of the Skyvault Consortium, that Hidden Race God King had ultimately backed down.
A God King, that was all.
