From within the city gate, a towering figure slowly emerged, its form resembling a small mountain, its appearance resembling a sheep-like monster—the Demon King.

The Demon King coldly surveyed the Imperial Cavalry, "I thought they would be different from the ants of the past, but it seems they have truly disappointed me."

Before he finished speaking, several imperial cavalrymen surrounded the Demon King and charged towards him.

As the horses galloped forward, several imperial cavalrymen raised their longswords, their blades flashing with a cold light as they hurtled towards the Demon King's head.

Facing the longswords slashing from all sides, the Demon King's eyes were cold. He moved and became a black shadow, instantly passing by the imperial iron cavalrymen. The cold light of his claws flashed by.

The next instant, several Imperial cavalrymen had gashes ripped open in their chests, blood gushing into the air, and they all fell off their horses.

Seeing this, Wang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. "What is this thing?"

If we're talking about people, no one would look like this, and with wings too, it's really strange.

His skin, as black as a wild beast's, was not something a human should have, but most importantly, the aura emanating from the Demon King revealed darkness and misfortune.

The King of Turkey watched this scene with a smug smile on his face. "See? This is the consequence of you provoking Turkey!"

Seeing the Demon King's ruthless attack, which killed hundreds of imperial cavalrymen in an instant, he finally felt relieved.

The other Turkish ministers were also shocked by what they saw. "Is this the king's method?"

Previously, they had wondered what trump card the King of Turkey had, that he was so confident in facing a powerful alien army when Turkey's military strength was depleted.

But seeing the Demon King's actions, they now understood that this was the source of the Turland King's confidence.

The Turkish officials were overjoyed, exclaiming, "Great! We're saved! We're saved!"

The formidable strength of the Qin cavalry had once plunged these Turkish subjects into despair, but the appearance of the Demon King has given them renewed hope, naturally filling them with joy.

With a single claw strike, the Demon King slayed several Imperial cavalrymen. Licking the bloodstains from his claws, his eyes gleamed slightly. "This tastes much better than those useless trash from before!"

The power contained within these imperial cavalry far exceeded that of ordinary soldiers, making them even more beneficial to the Demon King, who naturally preferred them.

He looked at the remaining imperial cavalry, his eyes gleaming, "In that case, let's have a grand feast!"

If he could absorb all of these imperial cavalry, it would greatly help his power recovery. Now, with no one else to absorb, the appearance of these imperial cavalry is actually a stroke of luck for the Demon King.

As soon as he finished speaking, he flew out and transformed into a black shadow, instantly appearing in front of an Imperial Iron Cavalryman. He raised his claws high and slashed down, fiercely aiming for the Imperial Iron Cavalryman's face.

The attack came suddenly and was incredibly fast. The imperial cavalryman didn't even have time to react before the claws were already inches away from him.

With no chance to resist, the imperial cavalry stared wide-eyed, forced to watch helplessly as the sharp claws descended.

Just as the claws were about to reach the Imperial Iron Cavalry, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the Imperial Iron Cavalry, raising his spear high. With a clang, he steadily blocked the claws.

It was Wang Jian.

Seeing that his attack had been blocked, the Demon King was quite surprised and his gaze fell curiously on Wang Jian. "You actually managed to block my attack?"

It should be noted that his strength is extremely formidable. A seemingly ordinary claw strike can easily shatter a boulder. Even the powerful figures of those great nations in the past found it extremely difficult to block his claws.

However, the Demon King was quite surprised to be stopped by an old man.

Wang Jian's eyes turned cold. "I could still kill you!"

After he finished speaking, he pushed hard, and a violent force spread from the spear, causing the Demon King's huge body to fall backward and lose his footing.

Then Wang Jian gripped his spear and swept it horizontally. The spear, carrying immense force, slammed into the Demon King's chest, as if a vast ocean had swept down upon it.

The terrifying force sent the Demon King flying like a baseball, crashing heavily to the ground with a deafening roar.

Dust billowed up instantly, and the enormous impact only caused the entire earth to tremble slightly.

Upon seeing this, the King of Turkey was completely dumbfounded. "How is this possible?!"

You must know that he wasn't just any ordinary strongman, but a demon king!

He was an absolute powerhouse who, despite the combined might of so many great nations, could not defeat, yet now he was sent flying by an old man. This scene was truly bizarre.

He knew that the alien race was strong, but to say that they were this strong was beyond his expectations.

After all, when the Demon King appears, the situation should be one-sided, with the Demon King unilaterally slaughtering and absorbing all the alien races.

Wang Jian stared coldly at the billowing dust, "No matter what you are, if you dare to block His Majesty's path to unification, I will send you to meet the King of Hell!"

As the dust slowly settled, a tall figure could be vaguely seen standing there—it was the Demon King.

He lowered his head slightly, and saw that there was a gash on his chest, with a faint black aura emanating from the wound, which was the power he had lost due to his injury.

The Demon King stared at the wound, "I, the King, am actually injured?"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the wound, only then confirming that he was not mistaken; the white-haired old man in front of him had actually injured him.

He then raised his head, "You injured me?"

Wang Jian's eyes were cold and brooding. "I will kill you in a moment."

Upon hearing this, the Demon King suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter so maniacal that it echoed in all directions.

After a burst of laughter, his eyes lit up as he stared at Wang Jian. "Good! Excellent! Finally, someone useful!"

"By absorbing your words, I will surely be able to restore my full power!"

Since Wang Jian was able to injure him, it means that Wang Jian possesses extremely powerful strength. Otherwise, given his physical strength, Wang Jian's spear would probably have broken the moment it touched him.

As soon as he finished speaking, he darted away, transforming into a black shadow as he rushed towards Wang Jian.

On the city wall, the King of Turland watched this scene with a slight smile. "I knew the Demon King wouldn't fail so easily. That alien was just lucky!"

He was extremely nervous when the Demon King was knocked away.

After all, if the Demon King is defeated, it also means that Turkey is defeated.

But now that the Demon King seems to be alright, his hope has been rekindled.

Facing the rapidly approaching demon king, Wang Jian gripped his spear tightly. "I've been bored for a long time. I hope you won't disappoint me!"