In the void,
there were already only nine demon kings left.
The battle had started with twenty-one demon kings surrounding and trying to kill Wang Ming, along with a spectator, Ruyi Zhenxian, making a total of twenty-two enemies jointly besieging Wang Ming.
After a series of battles, nine demon kings remained.
The most powerful among the remaining nine demon kings were the Bull Demon King, Jiao Demon King, Nine-Headed Insect, Ruyi Zhenxian, and the second-generation Bai Ze demon king.
Wang Ming did not take the other demon kings seriously at all.
You had a lot of fun surrounding and trying to kill me earlier, didn't you? Since you had your fun, it's my turn to have some fun now.
Hearing these words, the Bull Demon King and the other demons instantly turned cold in expression, tightly gripping the weapons in their hands and guarding against any sudden sneak attack from Wang Ming.
With the battle at this stage, their fighting spirit had already dissipated.
The thought that while there are green hills left, one need not worry about firewood simultaneously surfaced in the minds of the nine demon kings.
Some demon kings even directly cast aside any pretense and openly betrayed their comrades, preparing to flee immediately.
However, Jiao Demon King let out a cold snort and said, "Fools! That human has analyzed the racial talent of our third brother, Peng Demon King. If you are confident you can outrun him, then go ahead and run!"
These words fell like a basin of cold water poured over the heads of the demons who intended to run.
An icy chill rose in their hearts, and after their fighting spirit receded, a sense of fear had already taken root within them.
Even ants strive to survive, let alone this group of demon