Bang! Bang!
The Great Demon King smashed the small table in front of him into pieces with one palm. His eyes were bloodshot as he panted and said, " "Teacher, you're not lying to me? In the eyes of that so-called immortal cultivator, are we really just tools to collect power of belief?"
Zhao Hai smiled bitterly and didn't say anything. Although he didn't say anything, the Demon King understood what he meant. Zhao Hai was telling the truth.
The Great Demon King's face turned ashen. For a master of a world like him, he was actually used as a tool for collecting power of belief. This was something he couldn't accept no matter what.
The Great Demon King stood up and looked at Zhao Hai, " "Sir, since you know so much, do you have a solution?"
