Now that Wang Hao is still alive, the Spirit Fruit must also be intact.
Wang Hao's expedition also created an opportunity for them.
This led to this ambush.
"Do you think that in this world, only your Equality Association holds a wealth of intelligence?"
Wang Hao couldn't help but chuckle.
It must be said, the Equality Association's conjecture was very accurate.
Unfortunately, he had an unexpected variable, a tip-off.
"Wang Hao, I'll ask you one more time, are you handing over the Spirit Fruit or not!"
The old man's eyes flickered with a cold light, murderous intent swirling around him:
"I advise you not to compare us with that previous batch of trash. Your strength is formidable, but believe me, what we possess is beyond your imagination."
"Kill!"
Wang Hao didn't waste words, he directly gave the command.
"Dance of Demons!"
The Black Mist Man, who had been waiting impatiently for some time, received Wang Hao's command and immediately took action.
