C654 The Wrath of Half Life of the King

"Gong Shiyi, come in."

The Demon Lord held his phone and pondered for a moment. Then, he said a few words to the window.

The Demon Lord's figure was not very tall and sturdy, but after recovering his breath, his body exuded an air of haughtiness that looked down upon all living things. His eyes, in the dim room, emitted a cold glint, just like a wolf king on a moonlit night