Bai Yan sensed from Soron's words that the Demon Camp currently faced a crisis they couldn't resolve.
Such a perfect opportunity, if he didn't take advantage of the situation, that would hardly do justice to their previous contempt for him.
These were Demon Lords, after all. In Bai Yan's eyes, these three Demon Lords were like walking ATMs.
"What? You're saying you don't have a Demon Army?"
Soron looked at Bai Yan in disbelief. Could someone still be called a Demon Lord without any subordinates?
"Yeah, I'm too weak. Where could I possibly find any subordinates?"
Bai Yan shrugged nonchalantly.
"If you don't have subordinates, then what are you doing in the fifth layer of the Abyss, the Land of Blood Battle?"
Soron asked back with a very odd expression on his face, barely suppressing a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
The three Demon Lords were bewildered. This Demon Lord was a bit odd...
Not to mention his weak strength, he didn't even have the most basic Demon Army.
