The power of that faith was directly dispersed.
"No one can test me." Doro glanced at Mohe and uttered these words.
Mohe presented a gentle smile on his face: "As expected of you, my respected master."
Doro did not give an answer. He did not bear the wills of many lives, he did not face the desires of many lives; he simply shattered these things with power, destroyed them—irrespective of what effect such damage to the blessing might have on these creatures, in a sense, calling him the Demon King would not be inaccurate.
Today Doro possesses such power, possesses such confidence.
Of course, this could also be viewed as evasion.
Perhaps Doro does not wish to provide an answer, as he remains wary of Mohe.
"Continue to attack."
Doro issued such a command.
The powers of the three united once more. Since the initial feedback had already been received, knowing that this power could not kill any one of the three, the ultimate outcome was already foregone.
