Although he is poor, the Demon King is willing to accept it.

Then, the fire, blood, and the terrifying roar...

The Demon King jumped up suddenly, and he looked around in horror. Most of the camp had been destroyed. Countless troupes had already been crushed to pieces, and bloody dust splashed around. Countless people had been killed instantly.

The brigade of brigade surrounded him like a nightmare, silver armor with golden patterns, bloody cloak, and figures flying high in the sky...

In the entire troupe camp, only this small film around the Demon King was not attacked.

Wherever he saw, there were only dozens of children closest to the Demon King, and the three tents of the troupe leader, who were not attacked.

More than a dozen troupe guards rushed out of the tent, and the Demon King suddenly screamed heart-wrenchingly: "No, no, don't kill..."

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came, and golden arrows shining with dazzling fluorescent accurately pierced the throats and hearts of these guards, instantly killing them to the ground.

The one who shot these arrows was at least an elite archer in the Chonglou Realm.

The leader of the Piaoling Theater Troupe snatched out of the tent with two maids. She held a heavy mace and knocked an approaching warrior away with a stick.

The Demon King was crying like a spring, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: "No...you... don't...the leader..."

A strong light fell from the sky, smashing the head of the leader of the Piaoling Opera Troupe with one blow, followed by a series of strong lights falling, blowing her body into dust bit by bit.
Chapter completed!