Faced with such insults from Mo Lingchuan, the warriors' eyes burned with rage, but...
Not a single person dared to speak back!
They were not afraid of death, yet even so, in front of Mo Lingchuan, they still couldn't open their mouths!
Mo Lingchuan, merely standing in the air without even taking action, had already had such a strong impact on everyone. The hearts of those on Demon Suppressing Mountain sank to rock bottom...
Seeing the crowd's reaction, Mo Lingchuan's expression turned even more mocking, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
Initially, upon learning that the demon race army failed twice to invade after coming out of retreat, he had some interest in the Seventh Divine Nation.
After all, demons are all battle-crazed, eager to defeat strong foes, and Mo Lingchuan, as the Son of the Demon Emperor, was no exception.
But now, in his eyes, the allied forces in the Seventh Divine Nation were nothing but a group of worthless beings.
