Even though the Demon King’s hand was right in front of his face, the essence could not resist. No, it was more pointless to resist than not be able to resist.
No matter what resistance he had, this creature in front of him had the power to take his life out like an object in his pocket. What does resistance mean to such a creature?
And even if I tried to resist, my body wouldn’t move.
Like a stiffened mouse looking at a cat, the essence could only wait for its own destiny to come, stiffening the whole body.
“Hehe.”
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