Gazing at the Demon God's arrogant silhouette, Zhang Beixing slightly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a disdainful cold smile.
"Just a mere ant, daring to be arrogant before the king?"
The Demon God's face immediately changed with indignation upon hearing this, attempting to curse but froze at the sight of the angel's wings behind Zhang Beixing, his pupils contracted.
The sacred and inviolable power invoked a sense of awe within him.
"You... who are you?" The Demon God gritted his teeth, resentfully questioning.
"Me? I am the true ruler of this world."
Zhang Beixing looked down at the Demon God from above, each word resounding like thunder.
"Creator of the Dark Empire, Vampire King—Zhang Beixing."
As his words fell, a chilling murderous intent swept across the battlefield.
The invisible pressure suffocated everyone.
"Beixing, be careful! Its power is too strange!"
Nearby, Alina spoke worriedly, her red lips gently parted.
