Hong Cliff Mountain.
"Indeed, it's lively," Wang Ye slowly approached.
As Sister Qiong mentioned, beyond thirty Chaos Gods, along with hundreds of cosmic strongest experts, it was like gods clashing.
Even if a few fall, it hardly makes a ripple.
Of course, he was no different.
This was now a battlefield for the strong, and without sufficient strength, not to mention seizing a Rare Divine Core, even self-preservation would be difficult.
Wang Ye had no interest in the Rare Divine Core.
With so many transcendent beings greedily eyeing it, attempting to obtain the Rare Divine Core would be like courting death.
His goal was to take advantage of the chaos to kill some of the cosmic strongest experts, snatch some spatial treasures, and earn some evolution points.
This was colloquially known as: fishing in troubled waters.
"A tripartite standoff," Wang Ye was not in a hurry to join the combat.
First, he would assess the situation to see if he could blend in.
