Zhang Menglong's words instantly broke the silence of the scene; no one expected that in such a situation of power disparity, Zhang Menglong would still dare to speak, let alone speak so provocatively, arrogantly, and disdainfully.
The few level nine perfect life forms standing beside Zhang Menglong involuntarily stepped back two steps, for they had already felt the cold, chilling gaze of the Demon Lord.
At this moment, Zhang Menglong was also seeing the face of the demon clearly for the first time.
His complexion was pale, but his face had lines that looked like blood vessels, seemingly a unique mark of the higher Demon Clan, coupled with his imposing appearance and aura, he could certainly be considered a formidable boss in any movie or game.
"So this is the Demon Lord!"
"So ugly, even the ugliest alien I've seen couldn't compare to him."
"Can this Demon Lord fight?"
"Great grandpa, bring him back for us to play with, I've never seen a real Demon Clan before."
