"The time will drag on if one could reduce deaths every day.
Tai Long sounded a little unhappy.
"We need to nurture several radiant moon soldiers, although these twenty-some planes have a large population of life forms as the rotten swamp advances. The flesh and blood energy they provide soon couldn't meet the demand."
"Moreover, the golden fruit constantly stimulates the rulers of those planes. As their ambitions grow, greed devours reason, and the number of soldiers who die in battle increases. They won't hold on for long if this continues.
"The rotten swamp is now a millstone of flesh and blood. Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of lives fall every day. They can't afford others to consume them for a long time."
Richard was at a loss for words.
The lives of more than 20 planes were not enough for the rotten swamp. This piece of activated land was simply abnormal.
He sighed softly.
