C365 The Might of the Eight Demon Generals

Octo Neal waved his hand impatiently. "Alright, alright. Your conversation is over. Prepare to die."

The Snake Light curled its lips. "Didn't you just say that you want to chat more with us? Why are you in such a hurry to start the war now? "

"I've changed my mind. It's your fault for being so tactless. It's better if you die earlier. I can also leave this damn place as soon as possible