"I hate it!"
The Five-Colored Demon Bull Demon King, wielding the Holy Soldier, roared unwillingly, his voice aged.
Even after burning their lifespan completely, they couldn't kill Wei Fan, and the outcome of death was already destined.
He wasn't afraid of death; he just couldn't kill Wei Fan and was about to lose a Holy Soldier. This battle caused a heavy loss to the Five-Colored Demon Bull Race.
"You won't live long; when our Ox King returns from the Wilderness, he will surely kill you!"
He struggled to swing the Holy Soldier in his hand, but it couldn't unleash much power, as Wei Fan easily grabbed it.
Wei Fan looked at this demon king whose ox fur had turned black and snorted coldly, "If he doesn't come to kill me, I'll slaughter him myself!"
With a swift swipe of the Holy Soldier, all five demon kings turned to flying ash and dispersed.
