"No, I've completely lost control of them!"
The Demonic Creature Commander's eyes reddened. He ignored the Demonic Creatures constantly volunteering before him and looked outside through the electric grid.
An old man was standing there, chattering away without end.
If it came to establishing friendly diplomatic relations, Zongheng Douluo was undoubtedly a gifted eloquent speaker.
But in a war of words, he was like a verbal machine gun.
That relentless barrage was enough to make anyone facing him tremble with rage and fury.
As for why the Demonic Creature Commander had silently said that to himself—
It was because the Demonic Creatures before him were all requesting permission to use the method the higher-ups had prepared long ago.
If only one Demonic Creature had made such a request, then as commander, he would even have had the authority to blast that individual to death on the spot.
However, the problem was far more serious than he had imagined.
At the very least, every Demonic Creature before him was asking to use that method, not just one of them, nor merely a portion.
Now, he had been pushed into a dilemma.
On one hand, he did not know whether the higher-ups intended to use their previous preparations in this battle.
If they did not, then using them would make him the primary person responsible.
And how miserable his fate would be afterward was easy enough to imagine!
On the other hand, he could not possibly wipe out all the Demonic Creatures before him.
First of all, he simply did not have the strength.
Not to mention that this was Douluo Continent, where everyone's strength had been suppressed to the level of Limit Douluo.
Even without that suppression, so what if he was strong?
The principle that enough ants could kill an