The Underworld Fire Demon Lord finally breathed a sigh of relief. He distributed all the spiritual treasures.
Then, it's time to get to work.
But at this moment, the more than 120 quasi-saints looked at each other and retreated cautiously.
"You...what happened?"
The Lord of Hellfire had a bad feeling.
A quasi-saint said in a low voice, "Underworld Fire, we... are afraid we can't fight with you. We have already discussed it and are ready to go back to the Demon Lord."
Huh… A surge of anger rushed to Netherfire’s head, and the Netherfire Demon Lord suddenly appeared in front of him, “You, say it to me again!”
Someone nearby took action. Several Quasi-Saints approached the Netherfire Demon Lord, and their voices were already a little cold: "Netherfire, we respect you, so we are telling you this. Otherwise, we would have turned around and left. We have already been defeated, so let's run for our lives. The more than 80 Quasi-Saints who just passed by have all been defeated. The few of us left are no match for the Suihuang Realm army. Farewell!"
After saying that, more than 120 quasi-saints retreated in an orderly manner. The Underworld Fire Demon Lord wanted to pursue the matter, but he was no match for these 120 people anyway.
Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as more than 120 quasi-saints rushed away with the spiritual treasures they had just obtained.
The Hellfire Lord was stunned. He stood there, his eyes rolling around. He never expected that things would take such a wonderful turn.
"Why!"
"Why!"
"Why ah ah..."
Voices of helplessness and anger echoed in the empty hall, but no one could give him any clues.
The Underworld Fire Demon Lord was completely lost in the deep mystery.
The range of the Jubao Demon Realm is very large, covering 11.5% of the area of Jingtian. Even if there is no resistance, it will take a quasi-saint master half a month to fly from east to west without using space magic!
But now, it’s been less than 24 hours, how could it fall apart
He doesn't understand, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to understand, and he doesn't dare to understand!
Time ticked away until the sky turned gloomy. The Underfire Lord looked up blankly, only to see the arrival of the Fiery Aerospace Carrier.
Destruction came, and the temporary palace of the Demon Lord Jubao collapsed in the war.
In the ruins, the Underworld Fire Demon Lord transformed into a hundred-foot-tall Dharma image and glared angrily at the front.
The light of the rail gun passed through the body of the Nether Fire Demon Lord, but it was like a phantom. The body turned into a Dharma image, which was equivalent to losing its entity. The rail gun could no longer cause any harm to the Nether Fire Demon Lord.
However, the Shang State’s methods are not limited to these.
A circle of quasi-saints surrounded the Netherfire Demon Lord.
Fu Minghui frowned a little, "Why are you the only one left?"
“Haha…” The Underworld Fire Lord suddenly laughed out loud, “Even if I’m the only one left, I can still beat you to your knees and beg for mercy!”
Before he finished speaking, the face and figure of the Underworld Fire Demon Lord suddenly blurred, and a gray-white flame rose into the sky.
The flames quickly engulfed the figure of the Underworld Fire Demon Lord, and a gray-white flame hundreds of feet long burned quietly between heaven and earth.
There is no temperature and no light.
But seeing such flames, the masters felt nervous.
"Yin Fire!" Fu Minghui shouted.