"Brother, what's the use of talking to a madman like this? But are we going to die?" Long Kongkong looked at Long Dangdang.
"Smack!" Before Long Dangdang could open his mouth, Long Kongkong was again slapped to the ground.
The eyes of the Sorcery Demon King twinkled with an ominous light as he watched him coldly.
Long Dangdang pulled his brother up from the ground and stood in front of him, "My brother is not wrong. Are you not madmen? For the sake of your own hatred, you've established the Wraith Kingdom and slaughtered how many humans? Although I don't know what you have suffered in the past, does that justify your current actions as being any better than those who once harmed you?"
The Sorcery Demon King replied indifferently, "No, you are wrong. We have never harmed humans. We are simply granting them immortality; they have not felt any pain. Gaining immortality by merely changing form, isn't that wonderful? How do you know they are in pain?"
