His hands sank.

The strength of the whole body is poured into the hands.

A red light flashed in his eyes, and he fell down hard.

"Boom——!" The shock wave spread, and the Horned Demon Governor's head sank into the ground, leaving only his buttocks and hind legs exposed.

"Not enough, not enough!"

"You are too weak! Useless!"

Call me Arin while roaring, his mind was a little confused at this moment, and his whole body seemed to be burning with fire, but one thing was very clear.

That's what he wants to fight!

The Horned Demon Overseer's huge body was lifted up with one hand by my name, Alin, and he swung it violently before smashing it to the ground.

This violent impact directly broke the Horned Demon Overseer's spine.

Even one of the devil's horns on his head was broken.

The severe pain also made the Horned Demon Warlord let out a pitiful wail.

It didn't understand why the humans in front of it were so terrifying.

If it faced the championship-level Winter King.

Then it's understandable.

After all, a being like the Winter King can only kill it with one sword.

But the humans in front of us are different.

This human power can only hold down one end of it steadily, and even then it shouldn't be that explosive.

Why does this human being have such a strong physique!

Obviously their powerful physique and explosive power are the exclusive property of their demons.

The Horned Demon Overseer's questions were left unanswered.

Its consciousness has begun to gradually blur.

The shirtless man called me A Lin like a god of war.

He pinched the huge Horned Demon Warlord and smashed it to the ground.

Every time you hit it, it will bring up a circle of smoke that gradually spreads.

The streets gradually became dilapidated.

…

"How long have these symptoms lasted?"

The corner of Zhenjun's lips twitched and he grabbed a handful of melon seeds from his hands.

"It probably started after all his master-level equipment was broken into pieces. He bumped into trees and rocks every day. For a while, some people even thought he was crazy."

He shook his head indifferently, his tone a bit sad.

"I can't seem to tell who is the real devil. It's too scary..."

"It's not important." The fat chicken with a round face subconsciously pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his tone was a little bitter:

"Guess how much compensation we have to pay to the generous His Majesty Winter..."

"After all...this street is completely in pieces!"
Chapter completed!