Extreme Pull! How Gloomy is the High-Level Game of Chaos Demon Gods?

At the word "Fate," the illusory face within Huoyun Cave twisted violently.

The once-peaceful Human Path Fortune around them shook with a sudden, savage tremor.

Then Karma let out an extremely soft cold snort. The sound came from the void, carrying resentment that had been pent up for countless Eons.

"Damned Fate..."

Yang Mei studied Karma without speaking.

"Daoist Friend seems to hold quite a grudge against Fate?" Luohu probed.

"A grudge?" Karma paused.

"If he had not thrust himself in back then, insisting on fighting me for control of the Heavenly Dao, the heaven and earth of this Primordial Wilderness would have long since been something in my bag."

"How would I have fallen to such a state, hiding within this Human Path, dragging out a feeble existence for countless Eons, not even daring to poke my head out?"

His illusory form fluctuated violently, clearly stirred to genuine fury.

"Once Zhou Ming and those remnants of Pangu are destroyed, I will settle accounts with him properly!"

Luohu raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Yang Mei beside him.

Yang Mei's reaction was faint; he merely gave a slight nod.

Both of them understood what the other meant.

Karma's hatred for Fate was even deeper than they had anticipated.

This was a good thing. The deeper the hatred, the easier he would be to win over.

But it was still not enough.

Emotion alone would not do. They still had to sound out his foundations.

Luohu turned his head and looked at Karma.

"This Seat understands Daoist Friend's feelings."

"However, there is one thing This Seat does not understand."

"Back then, when you and Fate fought over the authority of the Heavenly Dao, was it not said that both sides suffered grievously, and in the end perished together?"

"How