"Thunk!"
Ye Qiu's gaze was utterly terrifying.
Even a single glance made the Death God's heart inexplicably skip a beat.
Powerful, horrifying, monstrous!
He could only describe Ye Qiu with these words now.
Among this group of mercenaries, each one was a battle-hardened veteran.
Not to mention the other solitary experts.
Anyone they targeted rarely lived to see the next day's sun.
Even if they failed, they could easily retreat unscathed.
But now, why did these people seem so small in front of the Demon King Ye Qiu?
Why did they appear so easily defeated?
The Demon King might even have to exert effort to crush a swarm of ants!
Yet these were living people, top-notch fighters!
But, in front of Ye Qiu, they had no semblance of resistance!
Boundless fear enveloped his heart.
An icy chill swept through his body.
As Ye Qiu approached him step by step, the Death God's heart sank lower and lower.
