Ye Chen, staying inside this large altar of the Demon Race, was still pondering how to handle the upcoming matters.
Despite having thought of many strategies when he joined this hunting battle,
plans could never keep up with changes.
No one could have imagined that the Demon Race would create such a thing here before this.
Moss, the prince of the Demon Race, had really made up his mind to ensure the smooth progress of this affair, going to any lengths to fight against the Three Races of Celestial Eye, Iron Armor, and Green Ghost.
If it weren't for this altar, even if the three alien races already harbored resentment against the Demon Race and came over aggressively, they would not have ended up fighting like this.
And the Demon Race's wishful thinking has completely fallen through.
One hundred and ninety-one strands of Power of Rules were all taken by Ye Chen.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a terrifying tremor appeared in the Demon Race's large altar.
