Zhao Hai was sitting calmly in the medium. Laura and the others were sitting beside him. They were sitting outside the villa. There was a small table on the grass, a chair, and a pot of tea on the table. Not far behind them were two trees of life. If not for the God race and demon race, their lives would be so beautiful.
However, Zhao Hai wasn't in the mood to enjoy his life. In fact, he was taking revenge for the elven race's prophecy. After he returned to the realm, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the prophecy wasn't as simple as it seemed.
In the prophecy, the light and darkness referred to the gods and demons. He could understand that, but were the skeletons and steel really referring to the undead creatures and the magic cannons? Zhao Hai felt that something was amiss.
