'Besides, the great army of the races is far from defeated. The strongest among them, the Weasel and Rat lineages, haven't even taken the field yet.'
'Even surrendering to the Snake Race would be a catastrophe for my White Deer lineage.'
He was just done with it all. He wanted to go home.
"White Deer King, you refuse to agree, is that it? No matter. I have my ways of making the White Deer lineage aid the Snake Race. All you have to do is become my Battle Companion." Tu Xiao'an had no time to waste on pointless chatter. Once he made the White Deer King his Battle Companion, everything else would naturally fall into place.
An oppressive aura—the terrifying pressure of the Snake King—descended, blanketing the White Deer King.
"You want to force me to become your Battle Companion?"
The White Deer King was in a total panic. 'This snake is defying the heavens! He wants to take even a Demon King as a Battle Companion!'
