"Very well, are you willing to be my servant?"
Wang Ye spoke, seeing the others attacking again.
Unfortunately, he gave them no chance, unleashing an even stronger pressure, making it hard for them to even lift their heads.
"Pfft!"
A splash of blood hit the ground once more.
At this moment, there were less than six of the nineteen members of the Demon Race left.
They trembled as they looked at Wang Ye, not understanding why this guy was so powerful.
After this battle in the Imperial Palace, they realized Wang Ye's capability and dared not have any thoughts against him.
In the hearts of these guys, there were only two words—regret!
If they could choose again, they would rather die than suffer such humiliation and then be mercilessly killed.
Sadly, they had no chance.
Seeing Wang Ye about to act again, the remaining kneeling ones finally surrendered completely.
The six members of the Demon Race agreed, swearing to always be Wang Ye's servants.
