But this is not a big problem. Apart from the pain and bleeding, it is not a big deal. It is just ordinary blood on the surface of the wound. To a powerful warrior, this is nothing.

His eyes looked at Demon Lord Zichen.

Demon Lord Zichen narrowed his eyes, he had not announced the winner yet.

Just at this moment, Zi Chen Demon Lord, who had been silent at the front seat, suddenly spoke loudly, "Yi Yaoli, I'm afraid you can't take these human slaves away with you."

Previously, although all the demon lords were at the front seats, their conversations were kept in isolation and could not be heard by outsiders.

Now, Demon Lord Zichen actually spoke loudly, and his words spread throughout the spectator seats and the competition stage.

"What?" Mad Lion Demon Lord's face turned cold, "You old guys still want to make things difficult for you?"

"It's not to make things difficult." Zi Chen Demon Lord shook his head, "I just want to say something."

"Right, Dilo."

In the air, a figure appeared out of thin air.

It was Dilo.
Chapter completed!