Zhang Beixing overlooked the battlefield with the miserable figure of the Demon Race Lord, a disdainful cold smile curling at his lips.
Richard and Alina were profoundly shaken; the scene before their eyes seemed inconceivable.
The lord could actually defeat the legendary terrifying Demon Race King effortlessly with his own power.
Such strength is beyond imagination, rarely seen in history.
King Asura lay prone on the ground, raising his head incredulously, his eyes wide open.
The mighty, unparalleled monarch has been defeated so utterly.
What is the origin of this young human?
The Demon Race Lord spat out a mouthful of blood, struggling to stand but fell heavily into the dust again.
His face was twisted with anger and humiliation, emanating a cold killing intent.
"Zhang Beixing, don't be smug, this isn't over..."
"Is that so?"
Zhang Beixing snorted coldly, striding forward, looking down at his opponent from above.
