The innate race managed to reproduce and thrive, becoming the elite of the ancient worlds, a race that all super races in the universe admired.
The Black Screen Heaven had already been destroyed in the ancient times of the immortal realm.
But now, Braydon Neal had stepped into Maknum and brought up these matters.
How could Indiana Ibbot not feel fear?
Just then, the eerie sound of chewing came from the darkness, accompanied by strange whispers.
The experts present, however, were unshaken.
They had all walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood to face these other experts.
Fear wasn't in their nature.
Elder Levine turned abruptly, slamming his palm into the decaying wooden house beside him. "You're sneaky! Come out!" he shouted coldly.
Bang!
The old wooden structure disintegrated, sending dust flying everywhere, shrouding the area.
Braydon's eyes lit up.
