Chen Nan watched the scene, his mouth wide enough to fit a cow. If such power descended upon him, not just one Chen Nan, but even ten or a hundred of him, would be blasted into smithereens, with no remains left.
"Supreme Demon Lord, did you already predict this outcome?"
Shocked, Chen Nan recalled the Supreme Demon Lord's lack of intervention earlier, suddenly understanding that he already knew the might of the formation.
"No, I didn't predict this outcome, but I know my old adversary very well, his strength, that bastard trying to break the formation is nothing but a delusional joke."
The Supreme Demon Lord mocked coldly, seemingly thinking that the King of the Mountain was trying to smash an egg against a rock.
