King Sandros was alive again.

Slightly afraid, he dared not move forward.

“How about you let me do it?” Alex said.

Emperor Ghast sneered. “Don’t bite off more than you can chew. If you die, I won’t revive you. Ring your bell.”

Since when did he, Alex Rockefeller, become a bell ringer?

Alright!

King Sandros stood still and dared not to move a muscle.

However, a Yin beast silently appeared behind him.

It was a behemoth.

It was a creature from deeper hell and had been converted by the evil Buddha of Dairaionji Temple. It looked like a wolf that had three heads, with each head as big as a house.

When the crowd saw this creature, they were stunned.

“Hurry up and run!” Lucretia shouted.

Thinking that Lucretia told him to run backward, King Sandros decisively obeyed her.

Consequently, he directly ran into the behemoth’s mouth. Crunch! He was gone!

Could he be resurrected if he was eaten?

“King Sandros is too weak, isn’t he?”

Alex complained helplessly.

Blaze said, “He is a ci