"How so? Is this all you are capable of? I haven't even lifted a finger yet. If this is all you can muster..." The red eyes glaring at Zhu Bufan, the Demon King spoke: "Then you might as well spend your whole life here, still dreaming of leaving the Demon Tower?"
"Furry bird! Dare you?" Emperor Yan, who had recovered, was enveloped in the pitch-black Wutian Black Flames, rushing toward the Demon King like a fireball. Due to the emergence of the Wutian Black Flames, the golden flames on the Demon King's body merely dimmed slightly, indicating that these golden flames were of a high-grade Beast Fire and might even be transformed from Exotic Spirit Qi.
