"Great minds really do think alike. That fellow actually built a King City too."
Zhang Yang sighed, feeling a deep admiration as well. If his own appearance had not taken out that Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivator, then the final victor of this Hidden Dragon Hegemony might truly have become the Demon Race.
With those terrifying supplies backing it, a mere level 6 King City was nothing worth mentioning.
From this alone, Zhang Yang had truly witnessed the Sky Dome Monster Tribe's style of doing things: unconstrained, fantastical, filled with ingenious moves at every turn, and difficult to guard against.
The Abyssal Demon Tribe looked imposing, but in the end, it really fell short—at least in this confrontation, it was far inferior.
For example, the Mirage Tribe Demons cultivated by the Devil Race had spent several hundred years without destroying the Great Wei Dynasty. The Demon Race, meanwhile, had merely sent out a Demoness and cleanly brought Great Wei to an end.
In fact, the Demon Race had already nearly succeeded once. If Qin Ge had not intervened, Zhang Yang would have been erased for failing the mission.
Thus, when it came to the Demon Race, Zhang Yang truly hated it to the bone and yearned to kill it with all his might.
The Demon Race was absolutely a mortal threat!
"From this perspective, biting the bullet and building a level 6 King City in the beginning was the rightest decision I could have made. Otherwise, I would have had to stay on guard against the Demon Race's Demoness infiltrating us at any moment. A level 6 King City is the best weapon against the Demon Race."
Zhang Yang was filled with emotion. He then continued patrolling the city, happily looking forward to the moment when his King City would