Sign this slave contract (1)

"You guys are indeed rich. In that case, I'll take all of it."

Tang Zhen smiled as he glanced at the few demon gods. He gently waved his hand at the treasures. Soon after, a wave-like pattern rippled out and wrapped around the treasures that were scattered on the ground.

As if it had a strong cleaning ability, the filth on the treasure instantly disappeared without a trace.

Although it was just a small trick, the demon gods 'pupils shrank because in that instant, the spiritual marks they had left on the treasure had all been erased.

Other than the pain of their flesh being cut being strengthened once again, they were also filled with shock at Tang Zhen's method of casually wiping away the imprints of a pile of treasures.

If a spiritual imprint could be instantly erased, there would be no need to use it. Therefore, this method alone was enough to make the demon gods 'thoughts run wild.