"One thousand and thirty-three levels!"

"..."

"Level 1,196!"

Finally, at this moment, Ye Feng achieved a huge harvest.

And the entire majestic Demon Altar suddenly collapsed.

"Rumble..."

The terrifying roar resounded through the entire base camp of the Demon Tribe, and it was very harsh under the dark night sky.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

"The Demon Altar has collapsed? What's going on?"

Almost at this moment, all the powerful demon clan members were awakened.

Countless demons cast their horrified gazes on the huge altar area in the center.

"time to go!"

Ye Feng stole all the attribute resources in the Demon Altar. At this moment, he was ecstatic and ran away madly in the distance.

Unexpectedly, the biggest gain this time was that my soul power had improved so much.

But it makes sense when you think about it. After all, this demon altar is used by countless demons to call their demon ancestors. It naturally contains a large enough power of demon belief. What is extracted by the gods' gloves is the pure power of thought, which is the soul.

Power.

"Anyway, not only did you not die this time, but you also made a lot of money!"

Ye Feng discerned the direction at this moment and quickly ran towards a mountain range outside the Demon Clan's base camp.
Chapter completed!