Next, Dao Yi collected his thoughts, his eyes filled with coldness, and directly contacted someone.
Soon, a shadow appeared in front of Dao Yi, and said sinisterly, "Hehehe, Dao Yi, you're really ruthless, selling everything of the Second Generation Chat Group, turning your subordinates, brothers, offspring, and even their descendants into slaves just to summon the one-time Demon King Authority."
"Hmph, no need for your comments. As long as I can deal with Alpha and that person, it's all worth it."
Dao Yi snorted coldly, responding.
"Hehehe, interesting, I hope you'll succeed."
The shadow laughed strangely, and after throwing a black mist-like item to Dao Yi for the exchange, quickly disappeared.
"A dead friend is not as good as an alive one. As long as I'm alive, anything is possible."
Dao Yi's face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
He then left his residence and went straight to where Alpha was, crushing the black misty item in his hand.