All eyes were fixed intensely on the two orbs of light that were about to collide.
They all understood clearly — whoever gains the upper hand in this collision will become the ultimate victor.
Suddenly, the Demon King's gaze sharpened, and his expression turned exceptionally grim.
Mo Yuan Wang looked at the Demon King's unsightly expression and asked, "What's wrong, Second Brother?"
"Damn it, Fourth Brother is doomed; that kid's attack is problematic." The Demon King stared intently at the light formation with a grave tone.
Even though he couldn't perceive what exactly was wrong, he had a feeling that the light formation was anything but ordinary.
Mo Yuan Wang chuckled, "Second Brother, you're overthinking. Do you really think that brat could withstand Fourth Brother's Demon Heaven Thunder?"
The Demon King's expression remained grim, focused on that area, and his face grew increasingly unsightly.
