1201 Almighty Mo

The Blood Demon Race wasn't hot-headed, merely looking for one win. At this point in time, the Blood Demon Ancestor thought that it would not be arrogance but plain stupidity if the Blood Demon Race still saw the Earth as an opponent that could be easily crushed and destroyed.

The Blood Demon Ancestor felt embarrassed when they lost the first round and thought that Gollon died in vain. However, after losing this second round… The Blood Demon Ancestor's mindset changed.

The Blood Demon Race would go all out in this war. Their pride meant nothing as long as they could defeat Earth, and they were willing to do anything to achieve victory!

"Old Ancestor." A slightly hoarse voice rang out. "Leave the next round to me."

It was Night Soul, the Killing God!

This was a name that put the Blood Demon Ancestor's mind at rest. As compared to Gollon and Carloze, this person was the least of his worries.