Cruise's head was stomped on the ground by Xiang Shuai and could not be lifted up.

The pit on the ground became deeper and deeper as the strength from Xiang Shuai's feet buried in the soil, and he could not even see his head. Xiang Shuai narrowed his eyes and aimed at Cruise's throat with a bow and arrow. His eyes were sharp and he was not polite.

Cruise, who was struggling, twisted his limbs desperately, but in this position, his struggle was simply too weak.

Moreover, the "Golden Rope" they were proud of before was tied firmly to Cruise. As he struggled, the "Golden Rope" also fell deeply into Cruise's skin. It was not a loss for the rope made for the pure gold, Xiang Shuai thought.

"How can I get out of here?" Xiang Shuai gently raised her toes, so that Cruise's head could leave the pit and open her mouth more easily.

Cruise turned his head with difficulty, bared his teeth and kept sneering at Xiang Shuai, and the struggle continued.

Yang Dashuan walked over with Joan of Arc. Seeing Cruise sneering, he kicked Cruise. This kick made the tough demon jump from the ground with a strange scream, and his whole body tightened like a spring.

Xiang Shuai quickly kicked again and stepped on Cruise's head firmly, so that he did not let him leave his control.

Cruise, who gradually stopped twisting and struggling, leaned on the ground, staring at the three of them with red eyes.

"How can I get out of here?" Xiang Shuai asked again.

"What are you talking about with this guy? Let me beat him up and vent my anger first, ***, I'm suffocating. After beating him halfway, let's see if he speaks." Yang Dashuan stepped forward cursingly, preparing to kick this guy again.

Xiangshuan stopped Yang Dashuan.

Cruise lowered his head and was chanting a spell.

However, Xiang Shuai was soon discovered. Yang Dashuan kicked Cruise again on the spot and kicked the guy's yellow teeth away, and the green blood kept spraying wildly.

"I told you not to try to struggle!" Xiang Shuai narrowed her eyes, "Also, you'd better answer our questions quickly, otherwise I will create a few wounds on you without any hesitation!"

Cruise gasped, and the blood in his mouth made him look even more terrifying. His expression was also a little strange, I don’t know if he was crying or laughing.

Yang Dashuan looked at this guy and kept clenching his fists.

He felt that Xiang Shuai had no courage in doing things, so he had to treat prisoners more ruthlessly. Tiger benches and pepper water were all apprentice-level. Only when this guy knew what fear was and what you asked, would they open their mouths.

"No weapon has ever been able to create wounds on our great demon!" Cruise refuted Xiang Shuai's words, still disdainful in his tone. "I want to escape, tell you..."

Cruise was interrupted before he could finish his words.

Xiang Shuai's fingers moved slightly, and a red light flew out from the string and nailed to Cruise's knee. The knee suddenly burst, like a **, and the green blood gushed out again.

A huge hole suddenly appeared on the knee, and the wound was charred.

Yang Dashuan smelled a burnt scent of meat and couldn't help but sniff it.

Cruise opened his mouth wide and his whole body became tense. It could be seen that the pain spread rapidly along his wounds to his spine, and then spread to the depths of his soul. The pain made him unable to make sounds from his throat, let alone cursing or struggling. He could only see him twitching constantly, his movements were very weak.

"How is it?" Xiang Shuai narrowed her eyes. "You have two arms and one thigh left. If you want to say it, you can stop me at any time!"

As she said that, Xiang Shuai gently turned the direction of the bow and arrow.

The fingers moved lightly, and there was another burning depression on the ground.

Joan of Arc left his head. Although she was a demon, she still couldn't look directly at this tragic situation with her eyes.

Cruise's elbow joint was also instantly blown off.

"This guy's mouth is so tight!" Yang Dashuan spitted hard. "Xiangshuai, don't kill him first. This guy asked me to beat me up. I vent my anger. Male Gobi, I actually stepped on me just now!"

Yang Dashuan lowered his head and searched for him.

There is no suitable thing to bear here, the stone is too big and it is not easy to pick it up.

After searching for a long time, the fire mushroom is still good.

It was not until he held it in his hand that Yang Dashuan realized that the fire mushroom was not as soft as he thought, but was quite hard and had a sufficient amount.

He picked up the fire mushroom and took some effort to fold it into two sections. Without saying a word, Yang Dashuan smashed Cruise's cut-off leg and hit her head and face. This time Cruise shouted at the top of her throat, as if she had used the strength to feed her breasts and bridal chambers.

However, Xiang Shuai's bow and arrow turned direction again, and this slight action immediately made Cruise shut up his mouth.

"How is it, are you willing to say this time?" Xiang Shuai asked jokingly.

Yang Dashuan wiped his sweat and was about to smash Cruise's other broken hand. The guy nodded repeatedly.

"Do you think you can escape?" Cruise lay on the ground with open limbs, his body twitching slightly.

"What does it mean?" Yang Dashuan and Xiangshuai looked at each other and couldn't help but ask. "Isn't this an altar? Since it's closed, there's a way to get out."

"Is this an altar?" Cruise couldn't help but ask. "Who told me that this is an altar, this is an alien space. It is an alien space exclusive to His Majesty the Demon King. Only His Majesty can control it! Only when he is sleeping will this place be open."

Hearing this, the three of them changed their faces.

Xiang Shuai frowned slightly and pulled the bowstring again. In order to verify the authenticity of the demon's statement, he had to use some extreme methods. Although this is not humanitarian, there is no need for the demon to have humanitarian existence.

But Yang Dashuan remained silent.

Just before, he had already looked at the environment here.

As Cruise said, this place is indeed a different space. The range is not large, only such a small area. There is more like an invisible barrier around it. The scenery outside can only be seen but cannot be touched.

Joan of Arc buried in Yang Dashuan's arms, no longer trembling as before. For Joan of Arc, dying with Yang Dashuan is undoubtedly the best result.

"I don't believe it! There must be a way to get out!" Yang Dashuan felt Joan of Arc's despair and kicked Cruise hard.

After a while of tossing, Cruise only had one arm left, and the "gold rope" was scattered.

"Impossible!" Cruise roared angrily, twisting his broken limbs desperately.

As his roar sounded, the silent space seemed to come alive in an instant, shaking slightly, like a heart-like frequency. The black magic pattern quietly rose from the ground, rotated around, and then fell down, with no rules at all.

Xiang Shuai felt that Cruise's struggle was getting stronger and stronger, and she didn't step on him for a while, almost falling to the ground with herself.

Cruise, who was full of green blood, tried hard to use his last arm and lie down desperately in the distance.

"Tell you, you all have to die here, no one can escape. Your Majesty has woken up, and he needs to have a meal as soon as he wakes up... I believe that Your Majesty will definitely like the sacrifices I have given him very much!"

"Bastard, I want to kill you!" Xiang Shuai raised the bow and arrow.

The ground was shaking quietly, and a black fog slowly rose from the yellow and black soil.

The black fog formed a huge human-shaped outline in the air, first with legs, then with arms, then with head and wings, and until finally, the object conjured the two horns of the Demon King.

Cruise, who couldn't stop retreating, stopped, and suddenly he found that he had no choice but to retreat. Just as he was about to turn around, a powerful hand came over from behind to front. The big demon's thick neck was easily pinched and lifted up.

Cruise, who had broken legs, had no strength to support his standing, which made him look very burly in profile with only two edges.

"ah!"

Joan of Arc was so scared that he covered his eyes and did not dare to look again. Yang Dashuan also quickly reached out and blocked Joan of Arc.

Xiang Shuai pulled the bowstrings repeatedly, and three arrows with flames roared out, falling firmly on the dark contour. Although the contour was formed by black fog, it still had a considerable texture. The rocket was bounced away, and Mars kept jumping around.

Cruise had been torn in half, and his sticky internal organs were grabbed by the dark contour with sharp nails, and then sent into his mouth with big mouthfuls.
Chapter completed!