357 Are You Going to Slap Me to Death?

"Damn…"

Jiang Yi rolled his eyes. This Witch God had been playing him all along. In addition to the projection that remained motionless in the beginning, it was also a type of facade.

At this moment, he suddenly realized something. Whatever happened a moment ago was just a test. It was a test for his temperament. If he had acted imperatively like a cat on a hot tin roof, leaping up and down, or thinking of destroying the Witch God's skeleton to vent out his anger, he would have died by now. It was because he had taken a nap and waited for his death peacefully. Thus, he managed to pass the test.