Under the intense pressure of "Long Live the Emperor", the humans forgot how to move, their minds momentarily lost the ability to think.
"Long Live the Emperor" was too powerful.
The terrifying aura tangibly twisted the space around them.
"Long Live the Emperor" glanced at the ground covered with Celestial Race corpses, showing no joy or sorrow on their face:
"This world is quite interesting."
To "Long Live the Emperor", those dead Celestial Race members were all weaklings.
Weaklings were not worth feeling sad for.
It raised its eyes to look at Li Yang.
"Long Live the Emperor" keenly sensed that Li Yang was the strongest among them.
A slight curve appeared at "Long Live the Emperor's" mouth:
"Is it you?"
The administrators of the Security Administration suddenly looked at Li Yang.
The Death God actually knew this Demon God?!
The members of the Demon Club didn't feel much.
Because they always thought Li Yang had been fighting the Celestial Race for countless ages.
