But before he could finish speaking, some of the human races separated on both sides could not help but jump out.

"Fuck, my human race and your demon race are in the same power. Besides, you are just a little demon under the demon king. What qualifications do you have to discuss with me?"

A strong man who was nine feet tall and still because of the reason suddenly jumped out and stared at the calm demon clan fiercely. The mountain axe in his hand emitted a series of cold lights.

"Houqing, let's finish listening to him!"

Hua Xu waved his hand gently and shouted the strong man away. Then he looked at the little demon and signaled him to continue.

Hou Qing snorted coldly and then retreated, but his cow eyes stared at the little demon.

"My Demon King wants to hand over the Wanli Xueyuan to the Human Emperor, but I wonder what the Human Emperor wants?"

The little demon raised his head slightly. The land of the Thousand Miles of Snow Field has always been the sphere of influence of Tianhu City, but over the past ten years, the development of the human race has exceeded their imagination.

Moreover, the strength of the human race has become more and more terrifying recently. Foxes and other demon kings have joined hands to clear out several times, but they all returned in a desperate situation. Only then did they use this slow-down strategy.

In their opinion, the human race, who have been oppressed in the snow field for thousands of years, may be so happy that it is lost after receiving their promises?
Chapter completed!