Chu Feng couldn't care less about the dispute that he had caused and directly stepped into the Ancient Tower of Gods.
[Trial-taker, please place the twelve God's blood into the designated slots.]
After placing the twelve types of God's blood that were like keys, a white light flashed, and Chu Feng's figure disappeared on the spot. The ten or so totems that were still fighting among themselves looked at this scene in a daze. They felt that something was fishy.
Zhong Hen's lips curled into a smile, "Since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."
He did not intend to stay arguing with the foreign races. After being enemies for so long, he had a basic understanding of their worries. Since both sides did not intend to declare war now, then they should just go about their own business.
