Kerr Cowell didn't speak; he just looked down calmly without saying anything.
In fact, he was not sure if the old man was deceiving them.
But he felt that there were too many doubts, and in the wilderness of the Battle of All Races, he developed a good habit: when in doubt, cover with firepower.
When encountering unsure matters, first bombard them with fire, then make a relative judgment based on the follow-up.
But they waited a full ten minutes.
Nothing happened.
The old man neither suddenly burst out of the ruins with a hideous expression, hovering in the air and attacking them, nor did a huge mecha emerge from the ground. Everything seemed unusually calm.
It was as if things had come to an end.
But...
Kerr Cowell's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked down at the ruined city without speaking. The death of the old man didn't have much significance.
He wasn't doubting the old man's body; it was just a carrier.
