Mo Ying Mo Nian and others looked at Baili Wenwen with shocked eyes.
Counterattack?
"Who said we have to sit still and wait for death? This is not the character of our demon world. After being bullied to the doorstep, we still don't do anything? This makes people feel that my strength is really gone." Baili sneered softly.
Hong Ji and others' eyes lit up when they looked at Baili Wenwen.
yes!
The past few days of waiting have been the most embarrassing time for their demon clan ever.
They are never afraid.
Why do you have to sit back and wait for someone to bully you?
Why can’t we take the initiative?
But……
"Boss, your body." Mo Nian was worried.
Baili Wenwen looked at him with cold eyes: "Don't worry, even if my strength drops too low, I'm not a weakling."
Standing in the center of the hall, he opened his plump lips and said, "Let's fight!"
Baili Rouwen's guess was correct. Mo Leng was indeed writing an escape note outside.
Mo Nianyan, Nu Ziluo all knelt down: "I only listen to your order. I will not retreat or surrender. I would rather fight to death and protect the peace of the devil world."
Even the demon shadow gave a rare smile, then swung his black cloak towards Baili Wenwen, knelt down with his hands clasped in his fists and said: "Demon Lord, all the demon soldiers in the demon world have gathered together, obey the orders of the demon Lord."
There is an extra layer of ethereal and misty looking up, and it seems to make people feel more noble and noble than the simple power before.
Of course, the demon tribe was also very quiet, especially Yuchi Ling'er who looked away from time to time, wishing to directly attack them.
In an instant, a dark and mysterious powerful aura emerged from the body, mixed with a bit of sacred energy.
Mo Han was guarded in a special room. Lin Yanlan and Mo Han were guarded separately by the leader of the demon world, as well as the demon king. The three of them stayed in a special cell. They could not escape and no one could save them.
Even the human race is enjoying themselves.
When Mo Nian and the others looked at Baili Wenwen, they felt that there were some vague and subtle changes in the aura and feeling given to them by Lord Demon Lord.
For the demon clan, the demon king is most likely dead.
Only their Lord Moyan was still in a coma, and the Holy Son was also captured by the demons.
Hong Ji also had a whip in her hands. She also knelt down, cupped her fists with her hands and said, "The demon generals are all ready. I just listened to the demon king's instructions and went to take the heads of the enemies outside."
There are not many people left in the Black Ink Clan, and they are all alone at the fire.
The surrounding foreign tribes were all drinking and eating meat, chatting and laughing.
It's a bit unrealistic to control them from attacking. After all, the alien war will eventually come. It doesn't mean you can control it if you can.
This kind of change is all about people and character, which is something I don’t understand.
He hoped that Baili Wenrou could make any request, as long as he rescued Mo Han.
"Then boss, let's go! After waiting all night, there's bound to be a fight!" Demonic thoughts sharpened their fists.
Baili looked outside with gentle eyes. Today she was dressed in a gorgeous black and red robe. Her hair was unruly, but she was as beautiful as Queen Shura.
After all, to the demon clan, the Demon King does not have much value.
Even if the demon king is captured, the other demon clans have no right to stop.
Other alien races will not allow them to give up.
So now, they just need to avenge the Demon King.
Mo Leng ignored Yuchi Ling'er's sharp gaze, but looked at the negotiation document written in his hand. Just when he was about to put it away, he was suddenly sucked out by a burst of energy.