Countless bats were escaping through the ventilation ducts of the constant temperature storage, but the man's insane laughter still echoed within.
"The nobility of the Blood Clan lies not only in our superior strength but also in our near-immortal life force. As long as a single bat clone escapes, it won't be long before I recover my power, and by then, it will be your end."
Shen Qiang chuckled softly in the constant temperature storage, "The less someone has, the more they want to flaunt. Despite being nothing but a demon bat, you insist you're a noble and brag about your noble bloodline. Such ridiculousness only proves that, deep inside, you harbor a deep-seated inferiority complex about your own lineage."
"Maybe you're right," the man's voice coldly rebounded. "You claim to be the King of Demons, yet you don't even have ten thousand demons under your command! So you see, Shen Qiang, Huaxia may be vast and have many powerful individuals, but that's all there is to it!"
