The rampaging army of races suddenly fell silent.
Fuck!
Tu Xiao'an cursed under his breath. "Yellow Demon King! Gray Demon King! Your grudge is with me. Don't drag the other races here to die! Do you really think the Snake Race is afraid?"
The Gray Demon King stepped forward, his beady, rat-like eyes glinting as he grinned savagely. "Snake Demon King, you must be panicking your ass off. It's not too late to surrender. Otherwise, every last snake of your Snake Race will be annihilated."
"You damn rat, don't get cocky. You'll be crying soon enough." Tu Xiao'an's killing intent flared. He knew the war between the races was now inevitable.
Outside the Snake Palace, the sounds of cataclysmic slaughter now echoed, sweeping in from all directions and descending upon the palace.
'If a fight is what they want, a fight is what they'll get.' Tu Xiao'an knew it was now impossible to avoid immense slaughter.
