Like the Sixth Demon God, whose true form came to the lair of the First Demon God.
This kind of thing is very rare.
So rare that even the Great Demon God found it hard to believe.
The sixth demon god grinned.
"If you don't swear an oath using your real name, I won't dare come to your door..."
I couldn't bring myself to say the rest.
A dark shadow darted out from the shadow of the Great Demon God.
brush--
A jet-black blade pierced through the chest of the Sixth Demon God.
At the same time, another demon god appeared and joined forces with Shadow Nine to ambush and kill the sixth demon god.
The Great Demon God sat nonchalantly on his throne, even having the leisure to speak.
"Yes, I can't lay a hand on you because of the oath I swore in my own name, so I asked the two of them to do it."
"Rest in peace on your journey; I will cherish your essence."
Shadow Nine, the thirteenth demon god.
The sixth demon god, like a trapped beast, roared repeatedly, trying to fight his way out.
But how could He possibly leave alive when faced with a well-prepared ambush?
Before long, the roars gradually subsided.
Shadow Nine sheathed his sword and stood aside, coldly observing the battle between the Thirteenth Demon God and the Sixth Demon God.
Using a borrowed knife to kill a demon, even if the thirteenth demon god is weakened, it will only benefit the human race and not harm it.
Ideally, both demons should be killed, and Ninth Master will pop champagne on the spot, then go back and chop down a Shura to entertain everyone.
In a life-or-death duel between demons, even if it means smashing a dog's brain out, Shadow Nine wouldn't care.
The Great Demon God didn't care.
He looked at Ying Jiu, his expression slightly serious.
Don't forget what you promised me.
The third and sixth brothers are both handing over their essence to me. You don't want the supreme demon god to become even stronger, do you?
"rest assured."
A hoarse voice came from the shadows, and Ying Jiu said coldly,
"Your strength is sufficient; the human race has no reason to go back on its word with you."
Rules are made by the strong, especially in life-or-death struggles between two races.
Humans were at a disadvantage; during the thirty-year bloody war, the demons never negotiated with them.
Now, the human race has produced three supreme experts, reversing the situation and gaining a slight advantage, forcing the demon race to agree to talks.
The Great Demon God no longer cared about the outcome of the battle on the field.
He sat on his throne, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were dozing.
The Great Demon God remembered clearly that just a week ago, He had a dream.
He dreamed of a butterfly.
The butterfly said to Him, “My teacher wants to kill three demon gods.”
When the Great Demon God opened his eyes again.
They're all dead.
The Third Demon God, the Fourth Demon God, and the Sixth Demon God have fallen!
The current situation and the great defeat of the demon race are all due to a single sentence from the butterfly.
The great demon looked up at the sky, lost in thought.
"Supreme Strongest, Free Spirit, just how strong are you?"
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