"It was merely my own groundless anxiety," the middle-aged man muttered to himself in pacification. That was right—the Demon Race had dominated for millions of years, and the human race could never compare.
The Golden Demon King raised a bloodthirsty smile and said, "In three days, detonate all the formations. I want to see a fireworks display of a rain of blood."
"Understood." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and smiled. He could not be blamed; he simply did not want to die. As long as he survived, he would pay any price whatsoever.
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