Chapter 2785

"Bring the emissary in." Allen's cold voice was filled with helplessness and resentment. He sat on the throne and clenched his fist so tight that his knuckles turned pale. "Showtime!" Melvin mocked contemptuously and sarcastically. Tristram could no longer hold his anger and rebuked, "That's enough. Are you on the devil cultivators' side? Do you wish to see them conquer this city and our people?" After that, he angrily flung his sleeves and walked away angrily to bring the emissary into the tent. Outside the gate of the royal city of Northsea, Kieron was standing outside the castle wall and watching the formation in front of him, which was bright but uncertain. It rippled as if it were made out of water—interlacing of light and shadow. Then he set his eyes on the barbaric cultivators who were looking down at him from above. He could not help but secretly felt nervous. His palms were sweaty. Kieron was a level eight royal paragon and was one of the old devils of the Wicked Tribe