"You... you... did you do it on purpose? Speak!"
Zhao Tianzun, the old guy, was about to burst into cursing.
But he dared not!
Wang Ye was indeed doing it deliberately, which left him helpless.
The situation was becoming increasingly dire, making Zhao Tianzun feel utterly disheartened.
He knew that this time, the demon race was thoroughly incriminated, and future chances of survival were slim.
Thinking of this, it felt like a wrenching pain in his heart.
It was a feeling of being schemed against, letting him finally understand how distressing Wang Ye felt.
In the Human Clan Heavenly Gods Temple, he always targeted Wang Ye, and now he finally experienced this sense of helplessness.
The most nerve-wracking thing was not seeing a strong enemy, but realizing someone had always been eyeing him.
Zhao Tianzun was now at his wit's end, knowing that if this issue was not resolved, there was truly no hope of returning alive to the Human Clan Heavenly Gods Temple.
