Tianjian Continent, within the territory of a minor clan of the Demon Race.
Lin Mo was coming to terms with this fact.
He could not defeat his senior brother, Li Cheng.
He didn't even have a sliver of a chance at victory.
Ten to zero...
Not the slightest chance of winning.
If it had been one to nine, that would have been better.
At least then he would have had a chance to explode with potential.
But ten to zero...
There was not the slightest opportunity to speak of.
Lin Mo began to ponder.
Li Cheng, standing beside him, did not continue to speak, instead giving Lin Mo time to digest the situation.
He wasn't in any rush to discuss matters concerning the Demon Race.
After waiting for quite a while,
Lin Mo finally accepted the fact.
He really couldn't defeat his senior brother.
"Senior brother, let's talk about the matters concerning the Demon Race..."
Lin Mo took a deep breath and said with a hoarse voice.
