The Mission of the Evil God Cult, Participating in the City of Light’s Tournament.

Facing the black-robed man's question, Mike still did not immediately answer. Instead, he raised another question.

"This power definitely has a limit, right? What price do I have to pay to join the Evil God Cult?"

The black-robed man laughed sinisterly and slowly said,

"Not bad, you're a smart soul. I admire you very much.

"There are many greedy people in the world.

"However, there aren't many souls like you who are both greedy and cautious."

Facing the black-robed man's praise, Mike's heart did not waver and he continued to ask.

"You still haven't told me the price I have to pay."

The black-robed man laughed sinisterly and said in a low voice,

"To tell you the truth, Lord Evil God's current situation... isn't very optimistic."

The black-robed man used a subtle word, but it did not bother Mike.

It was most likely that he had fought with a god and was seriously injured and needed nourishment.