Soon, the old man killed everyone in the city until only one person was left.

It’s the city lord.

When the city lord fled to the edge of the city, he found that the entire city had already been covered by a formation.

He began to bombard the formation with all his might, but no matter how hard he attacked, there was no movement at all.

He listened to the screams and cries that were getting closer.

It was like a death warrant, and a feeling of despair rose in my heart.

Until now, the city lord has witnessed the old man killing everyone.

The feeling of despair and fear has reached its peak.

The old man seemed to see the city lord's condition, or rather, he smelled the scent of maturity.

Without giving the city lord any time to react, the old man cut off the city lord's neck with one palm.

Blood suddenly spurted out like a fountain.

The head rolled to the ground along with the body and instantly turned red with blood.

However, just before the breath of life disappeared, a look of relief appeared in the city lord's eyes.

"No!"

The old man immediately became crazy and roared angrily.

He had been deliberately controlling himself in order to prevent the city lord from having a mental breakdown and being frightened out of his wits.

Unexpectedly, it still failed in the end.

Watching the delicious food slip away from his mouth, the old man was so angry that he went crazy both physically and mentally.

"Waste! Waste!"

"Why do you want to be liberated? Why do you want to be liberated?"

The old man crushed the city lord's head with one foot, and brain matter splattered all over his feet.

"Waste, what's wrong with becoming my nourishment?"

"Ants! Ants! Damn ants!"

The old man roared, and then he felt much better. Then he waved his hand, and the old man appeared above the formation flag in the center of the city.