That kingdom was ruled by a tyrant and had a history of 600 years. Although the kingdom declined later with the death of the tyrant, it still had more than ten furious warriors and tens of thousands of blood warriors.

However, even so, the kingdom was still destroyed by Dimos.

The cruel and evil king of evil works constantly in the Black Fog Sea, so he was attacked by another tyrant. He was eventually injured and fled back to the dark tree sea and did not reappear until now.

The tyrant who severely damaged Dimos came from the Gauso tribe!

"Hello! The people of the God of Blood Killing!"

The evil king, who was like a devil, looked at the Gaosuo tribe with a grim smile, showed a rampant smile on his face, and roared, ": Why don't you kneel down when you see the great evil king, Emperor Mos?"

"Will the tyrants of the Gaosuo tribe appear this time?"

Okaren's face was pale, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that the tyrant ancestor of the Gaosuo tribe had already died not long ago. It was precisely because of this that he felt uneasy and issued a conscript order to other tribes in the Solu Plain.

Okaren speculated what might happen, but he did not expect that the evil king would appear here. Dimos was severely injured by the tyrant Gosso hundreds of years ago, and now he is obviously here to take revenge.

And the other party also clearly knew that the tyrant Gao Suo had fallen!

"For the glory of fighting the ghost clan!"

The threat of the evil king brought strong oppression. In an almost suffocating atmosphere, a red warrior from a small tribe suddenly let out a furious roar, and the power of qi and blood in his body burst out.

The next moment, he roared and rushed towards the evil king.

But such behavior was like an ant challenging the giant. The evil king, Emperor Mos, had a grim smile on his face, and then he directly stretched out his huge palm and grabbed it.

Click!

As the huge hands like black fog grabbed, the sound of bone shattering sounded. Amid the shrill screams, the fury warrior was pinched into flesh paste, and blood flowed down from the gap between the giant fingers.

Dimos sneered, then raised his hand.

The red-textured warrior, who was pinched into meat paste, was thrown into his mouth directly, and with a creepy chewing sound, he was bitten and swallowed down. This terrifying scene made all the blood warriors feel a little scared.

However, what is even more terrifying is that despair is spreading.

For the War Ghost Clan, everyone knows the power of the Evil King, which is the evil existence second only to the God of Disaster. Only the kingdom master, the tyrant, can compete with it, and even the raging warriors cannot face it.

"Trembling, poor Gosso!"
Chapter completed!