Tian Hao left, but there was a smile on his face.
A double agent? Or perhaps he was helping no one but doing things for himself.
Whether it was the Demon King or the Haotian God, they were only pawns in his schemes.
As long as these two clashed, Tian Hao could profit from it.
Of course, this was his own plan, whether it would unfold as he imagined was uncertain.
After all, neither the Haotian God nor the Demon King were ordinary people; their strength was above Tian Hao's.
This gave Tian Hao a sense of urgency, wanting to improve his strength.
"Heh, a white-eyed wolf, do you really think I'll trust you? When the time comes, I'll wipe you all out in one sweep," the Demon King sneered, full of disdain.
He glanced in a direction, saying nothing, but his eyes were filled with coldness.
At this time, the Haotian God had already arrived in the Netherworld.
Within the palace of Houtu, the Haotian God descended.
At this time, the palace of Houtu became lively once more.
