Luo Ping's voice was powerful and resonant, echoing in everyone's ears.
Upon hearing this, everyone felt invigorated.
They knew that in this battle, they must win, or else the Northern Desolate Divine Continent would be plunged into a state of never-ending catastrophe.
So, they all straightened their backs, ready to face the impending final battle.
As the clouds churned, a black figure gradually emerged from them.
It was a tall, menacing man, with eyes glinting with bloodthirsty red light, as if they could devour everything.
He was none other than the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan.
The appearance of the Demon Lord cast a murderous atmosphere over the entire battlefield.
His gaze swept across the people, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He knew that these human strongmen were his enemies and that they would become his prey.
However, Luo Ping and the others were not intimidated by the Demon Lord's might.
