"What are you planning to do? If you've got the guts, just kill us already!"
Fang Jueyu's expression filled Vizi and Mo Sang with an inexplicable fear.
As ancient beings who had lived for millions, even tens of millions of years, they had long become indifferent to life and death. To become a Transcender, talent, resources, luck, and courage were all indispensable, not to mention reaching a Venerable Level of transcendence.
Every breakthrough and advancement they achieved was a gamble with their lives, so whenever they made some decisions, they always prepared for the worst.
The mysteries of the God-Tier Civilization were profound, and what kind of person could be behind this Ma Yun was already considered by them. Therefore, the current situation was not entirely unexpected; at most, they could only say that they had lost the bet this time.
