However, those divine soldiers and generals did not know that at that time, the White Tiger King had wanted to stand up for Darryl, but Darryl had stopped him before he could do so. He did so because he did not want the demon race to get involved in his personal grudge.

"Grunt!"

Darryl knew that Grunt had successfully confused those divine soldiers and generals. He sneered and said, "Whatever you say, we both know the truth."

As he spoke, his tone became colder. He looked at Grunt and said, "Besides, I didn't ask the demon race for help because you are such a scumbag. I don't even need someone else to help me. Killing you will be as easy as turning my palm."

Darryl's words were in a low but domineering voice.

Grunt's face turned red when he heard the contempt in Darryl's words.

Then, he looked at Darryl intensely and sneered, "Well, well, Darryl, don't you want to kill me? You have the chance now."

He pulled out his golden spear and pointed at Darryl from afar as he spoke. "Dar