At the thought of the overwhelming death salvo, Xing Ling's brows furrowed with worry.
Maybe ... The human race isn't as weak as we thought. Shouldn't we try to get in touch with them?
If he could guide them to fight those bugs ...
Hidden thoughts ran through the minds of several high-level Archons, and a faint light rippled in their thick nerve cords.
On the other side of the battlefield, Li Rui finally stabilized the distortion in his soul and temporarily isolated and sealed the red and dark spiritual imprint.
This damn [ curse of the gods ] really doesn't let go of any opportunity to weaken me. Originally, it didn't need to go through so much trouble and could just be destroyed before the imprint invaded!
His body was not injured at all, but his spirit had undergone a strange change that was difficult to describe.
