War God Asura

Hearing his words, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, because no matter what, at least their lives could be saved temporarily.

But none of them responded, instead they turned their attention to Xingjue.

In any case, they had already submitted to Xing Jue before, and Xing Jue is their current leader.

Moreover, they were still not sure whether the Devil Emperor had already become a high-level Asura battle saint, and they had seen Xingjue's methods with their own eyes, so they did not dare to betray Xingjue.

"What if I disagree?"

Xing Jue said with a faint smile, he knew that if other people surrendered to the Demon Race, the Demon Race would definitely let them go, but even if he surrendered, the Demon Race would definitely not let him go.

Rather than death, Xingjue naturally has to fight hard.

"If this is the case, then I have no choice."

"Devil Emperor, go, let this ignorant Soul Eater kid see, your power to destroy the world!" The devil clan chief waved his hand at the Devil Emperor beside him.

At this moment, the eyes of the Devil Emperor suddenly turned into blood red, and an unprecedented sense of oppression had already radiated from his body.

The Devil Emperor broke out. At this moment, he was not like a demon, but a demon.

The blood-red arrogance filled all sides, with no end in sight, boundless.

And under the blood red gas, people are completely rigid, unable to move half a step at all.

All you can see is the blood-red gas surging in front of your eyes, and in that gas, you can hear the beast-like chirping, making people afraid of it.

"This is the power of the high-level Asura Battle Saint, but... why is the power of the Devil Emperor's bloodline so special?"

"This feeling is no longer the breath of a creature, but more like an undead. Is it true that he has become a demon?"

The power of the Devil Emperor also aroused Xing Jue's exclamation. He finally knew the power of the high-level Asura Battle Saint, which was not something he could deal with.

But what Xing Jue marveled at was not only the powerful strength of the Devil Emperor, but also the feeling of the Devil Emperor's breath. Xing Jue, who had been in contact with the undead, suddenly felt that the Devil Emperor was so different.

Regardless of the power of his breath and blood, he is very different from the demons, and even from the living beings, and that feeling is closer to the undead.

"Hahaha...... Are you scared?"

"You finally know how strong my demons are? Xing Jue, do you finally know how weak you are?"

"Your proud Soul Eater is nothing but scum in front of my demons, it's not worth mentioning!"

"Go, Demon Emperor, let people see your power and let them understand the horror of my Demon Race!"

Glancing at people's fearful faces, the demon clan chief was extremely excited. He opened his arms and shouted loudly, as if it was not the Devil Emperor who was in charge of everything at this moment, but him.