The only person who was not lying on the ground right now was the Demon King and Trorzaron who could barely stand upright while using his sword as a stick to pull himself up.
"You are worthless trash, borrowing power from a higher demon. You are not worthy of even speaking to us, who destroyed your whole city." Trorzaron said while coughing.
"You? Destroyed my city? Well, you did all the work for me, actually. I was going to do exactly the same thing very soon. Now I don't have to dirty my hands with worthless trash below while getting all the benefits." He smiled happily, "Do you realise how many souls you gave to me and how many powerful people died in this battle? You did me a favour, if anything."