"You all... you all..."
"You have utterly dishonored the family's glory, trampling the noble blood flowing within you underfoot!"
The demon king inside the Spirit Beast Castle sat leisurely on his throne, eyes filled with contempt, scrutinizing the nobles on the research vessel as if selecting merchandise, while the leading figure among the nobles slid forward on his knees to join the enemy, throwing all dignity aside!
Collins snapped out of his daze, gritting his teeth, eyes blazing as he stared at Little Twig and Little Angel, and shouted sternly:
"Lord Vimal, Lord Olomon—"
"Please pull yourselves together, we absolutely cannot succumb to the evil spirit beasts and disgrace the noble blood that flows within us..."
Collins glared intensely at Master Fuli, a quick sweep of black across his skin, white threads emerging from his pores, and his body gradually towering.
"Who is this guy... Why didn't you pick this guy's brain out when you turned into a tree?"
