"Bang!" Suddenly raised his front hooves and kicked the old orc on the shoulder of the black-robed robe, and rolled it to the ground. The King of Arshu laughed and said, "Old guy, this is the time you have been knocked away? Are you not giving up? Then get up and continue."

"Damn, damn, damn-" Shaking and standing up, the old orc in black robe raised his head and howled, whining at the top of his throat: "I don't agree, I don't agree!"

"Why, why would I lose to the hands of a guy like you? I clearly have the black flag of animal skins, and I clearly have a large number of black skin beast resentful souls to drive it, so why can't I win? I'm not willing to give up!"

The old orc was a little confused and hysterical at this moment. The guy leaned on the ground with a flagpole, and his body continued to tremble.

The King of Arsiao said coldly: "Because you are a wasteful old beast who is not worth mercy. In front of grandpa, you are not even as good as an ant, let alone you do all the bad things. Shouldn't you die?"

"Oh, by the way, there is another most important point." King Axiu walked forward a few more steps, and said with joking and disdainful expressions: "That is, you are too weak, bad and weak scum, it's useless to be immortal!"

"Uhhhhh--" The old orc, who was ridiculed and ridiculed by the Arsenal King, finally couldn't help but scream and screamed: "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense, I am not convinced!"

"I told you a long time ago. If you don't accept it, you will have to die!"

"Swish!" In the flash of lightning, the Arssie King had moved to the left of the old orc. The guy suddenly shivered and raised the black flag to resist.

But in the next moment, the King of Arsenal had already kicked the old man's hand fiercely, "Crack! Puchi!" The broken left palm and the black flag of the animal skin immediately flew into the distance.

"Demon, hurry up and follow!"

"Hahaha, don't worry!" Hearing this, the Ice Soul Demon Pill suddenly shook forward for more than a foot, then jumped up, gently caught the flagpole, and then shattered the broken palm.

"No, my baby!" Seeing the black flag of the animal skin being taken away, the old orc in black robe was furious and spit out a mouthful of old blood. His knees were weak and he fell to the ground. At the same time, the armor-smelling king kicked him again? Kicked him to the ground.

The demon lord smiled and walked over with a black flag in his arms, stepping on the old orc's head. He asked, "How to retract the beast souls of this flag? Say!"

"No, I don't know, don't even think of knowing a word from my mouth!" Even though I knew that I was bound to die, the old orc chose to grit his teeth and not say it, because it was unwilling to let the other person control his black flag of the skin.

"What a stubborn old thing." The demon smirked? A ferocious look appeared on his face: "Do you don't know what confession means? But I know what it means to mess with people, for example, torn ears!"

"Hiss!" "Puchi--" It was said in a flash, and it was soon? The demon lord grabbed the guy's left ear and pulled it off hard? The wound suddenly became bloody, causing the old orc in black robe to scream: "Uhhhhhh-it hurts me so much!"

"Hmph, it's still early to cry out." The demon lord threw away the guy's ears and continued to say coldly: "There are many things you can tear off? Ears, nose, hands and feet, or eyes, cutting your tongue... etc.? All are good choices."

"Uh...uh... uh... uh, uh, uh? I said, I said..."

After fully understanding the ruthlessness of the demon king and his temper, the old orc in black robe had no choice but to confess: "The black flag itself is related to the black-skinned beasts' resentful souls? They are regarded as their own boarding place? Every time the resentful souls are ordered to float out, you only need to input spiritual energy into the flag."

"Once the black-skinned beast's resentful soul completes the task, it will automatically return to the black flag. That's it."

"Hmph, that's just simple and convenient." After hearing the old orc in black robe, the demon lord looked at the flag in his hand again, and said to the King of Arshu: "Let's try the effectiveness of the flag now."

"Okay." The King of Arsenal nodded and suddenly withdrew the geomagnetic power that was woven into a net, covering the resentful souls of many black-skinned beasts.

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes!" The next moment, the resentful souls flew back to the black flag of the beast skin. The demon slings and the armored king smiled at each other: "Heheshesheshesheshesheshes, it's really useful."

"Uh?!" But the next moment, something was wrong with them. The demon lord's hand holding the flagpole suddenly trembled. At the same time, countless repeated sounds appeared in its ears and the King of Arshu: "Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

"Wuwuwu...we died so miserably...we want to take revenge..."

At this moment, the demon lord's eyes showed a look of astonishment. It turned its head and asked, "Fatty, have you heard any strange screams?"

"Of course I heard it, it was extremely clear." The King of Arshu shook his head and said in surprise: "Are you the same?"

"Yes." The demon nodded slightly, and then said slowly: "The one who made the cry is probably the resentful soul of the black-skinned beast that is hosting the flag. They know that they have escaped from the control of their enemies at this moment, so they have resentment and wailing, eager to take revenge."

"Well, it makes sense." King Axiu nodded with consent and asked, "What do you think should you do?"

"Hehehe, do you still need to ask? There are faults and debts, so it is naturally time to liquidate them."

"Huh!" He said it, and soon, the demon lord suddenly entered a pure mysterious spirit into the flag and sang: "Listen, Black-skinned beast souls, now is your revenge moment--"

"Aoao!" The black-skinned beast souls inside the flag howled one by one, absorbing the mysterious spiritual energy given by the demon lord. They were all energetic and rushed towards the old orc robe who was lying on the ground.

"Uh?!" Seeing this, the old guy was so scared that he was scattered. The guy shouted: "Don't come over, you damn guys dare to rebel. I, I am your master, stop..."

"Hiss! Hess!"

In the next moment, the beast soul that was first to pounce on the other party had already begun to bite the old orc's body wildly. The demon bell next to him sneered and said, "Hmph, I would like to remind you that you forcibly killing and enslaving black-skinned beasts, but you are not their masters, but your enemies are almost the same."

"Damn... Save, save me..." During a few breaths, the old orc was bitten so hard that his body was covered with wounds. Blood rushed out of his body with "wavy" and the old thing was so painful that the old guy kept screaming and screaming, and even asked for help from the Ars and Kings of Ars and Demons.

"It's useless. If you hadn't killed all the Black Skin Beasts at the beginning, this wouldn't be the end today." The Demon King said lightly: "I think this way of death is most suitable for you, a waste of wolf-heartedness and dog-heartedness."
Chapter completed!