Zurz's voice echoed out from the dimensional rift. It was filled with bitterness and hatred as if Wang Teng had done something indescribable to it.
Everyone looked at Wang Teng strangely.
How much did the Eight Arms Devil General hate him?
He didn't pinpoint any of the general-stage martial warriors, but he called out Wang Teng's name.
Wang Teng cursed in his heart.
What grudges do we have? What hatred do we have? Do you have to remember it so clearly?
How narrow-minded!
Although the other party was a general-stage devil warrior, he didn't have the bearing of one.
Wang Teng put on an innocent expression, but he felt helpless in his heart. If he had a choice, he would kill the Eight Arms Devil General right here, leaving no chance for his revival. He wouldn't let him leave with a grudge.