A burly middle-aged man stood in the air with several others. Separated by the protective barrier, he said, "Sir! I do not know who you are or why you hold such deep enmity toward our Evil Dynasty, but so long as you abandon your attack on Demon King City, we will agree to any demand you make."
On Zhao Fu's side, no one was in a hurry to attack. The City Lords, each clad in black cloaks and using demon stones to conceal their auras, stood in the air and had Demon King City surrounded so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhao Fu gave a faint laugh and said, "I want your Evil Dynasty to submit to me. Hand everything over for me to handle. From this moment on, I am your king, and you can only be my followers. Do you understand?"
Those overbearing and unreasonable words caused a flicker of anger to rise in the middle-aged man's eyes, but he still suppressed it. His purpose was to stall for time so the others could destroy the City Hall's self-protection barrier.
"Can I consider it?" the middle-aged man asked Zhao Fu, pretending to hesitate.
Zhao Fu smiled and nodded. He knew Demon King City was buying time, but he too was waiting. As great numbers of Evil Dynasty citizens died, the resistance of the City Lord Seal grew weaker and weaker.
This great formation was extremely powerful; after all, it was a nation-protecting formation. That Demon King phantom also possessed offensive capabilities, but for safety's sake, it had now entered a full defensive state, maintained with all the strength of twenty million citizens.
There were also countless restrictions protecting it. Even Zhao Fu and the many City Lords could not break