Zhao Hai reached out his hand and grabbed the black mist. He clenched his fist, and the black mist turned into a drop of black liquid. Then, Zhao Hai put the drop of black liquid back into his space. He smiled. &Quot; it's a pretty good poison. I'll have to study it carefully. By the way, Lord God, do you still think those puppets can deal with me? "
"I've truly underestimated you, Zhao Hai. You're much stronger than I thought. Those puppets truly aren't confident in being able to deal with you. How about this? I'll take back those puppets and promise you that I'll never interfere in this matter again. I'll never ask for the sea sect's opinion again. How about we stop?" The God's voice was very calm, completely different from the arrogance and panic he had at the beginning. It didn't sound like the voice of a single person.
