The Elf King shot him a glance and said directly, "I think you want me dead."
What a joke!
The consecutive bursts had already drained him severely.
The Elf King was already feeling overwhelmed dealing with these three Great Demon Monarchs.
If three more came, the Elf King had no confidence he could withstand them.
After all, these Great Demon Monarchs, after igniting their Demon Blood, were almost as strong as them.
Taking on three was already the limit.
"Elf King, what are you looking at?"
Seizing the moment the Elf King got distracted, a Great Demon Monarch swung down with its giant sword, knocking the Elf King flying.
"Miris, you're really useless," the Dwarf King criticized mercilessly.
The Elf King, knocked flying, quickly steadied himself.
The previous blow made his chest feel tight, and blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth.
