"Click!" There was a crisp sound. The seemingly solid single horn was smashed by Ye Jingyu. The pale golden blood gushed from his forehead like a fountain, and there was a scream thousands of times more miserable than before in Fabrega's mouth

"ha ha, the weakness of your race lies in this corner. As we said, the strongest place is often the most vulnerable place. Lord Fabrega, your life is over!" Ye Jingyu smiled faintly, but put his hands on Fabrega's head, which made him feel soul stirring and soul stirring. Memories of Fabrega kept pouring into Ye Jingyu's mind.

there are some things about the demon world, some things...