The Collaborators Were More Hateful Than the Real Invaders

Dark Flame Magister, die!

In an instant, he had killed two top experts in succession. The last remaining Yazde Slave Army leader—Shadow Scorched Scar, the whip wielder—was scared out of his wits and instinctively chose to flee!

But his escape was doomed to be futile.

A colorful chain shot out from afar and looped around him. A powerful dragging force yanked him back! Then the spearpoint pierced his body, shattering it apart.

Lasso Strike.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Pu had killed all three Yazde Slave Army corps commanders.

His figure drifted gracefully as he arrived before the stunned Prince Babolu.

"Your information was outdated. In the Battle Demon World, I not only killed Gordon, but also Na Bo Gang!"

The spearpoint flashed coldly and passed through Babolu's neck.

The Whale Race talent, Thick Hide, had done nothing. Babolu was killed instantly as well!

"Damn..."

Those were Babolu's final two words, and his last words.

He simply could not imagine that such a backward spirit energy civilization as Earth could produce a monster like Bai Pu.

He had experienced that crushing power, that suffocating despair that left no room for resistance, only from the few Sea Princes ranked in the single digits within the Sea God Hall.

After killing four top experts in succession, Bai Pu swept his gaze across the remaining Yazde Slave Army soldiers, who all fell silent with fear.

In their minds, the corps commanders were already mountains too great to cross, while Prince Babolu was an unfathomable sea.

Now, an Earthling had appeared and casually moved mountains and filled seas. How could they not be terrified? They did not even dare entertain the slightest thought of resistance.

"Surrender. Remove all your equipment and raise your hands. You may be spared." Bai Pu spoke calmly.