Another calm voice resonated from Alex.
Maximilian stated evenly, "With our current strength, we are no match for Vincent. If we wish to seek revenge, we must at least ascend to the semigod-tier, which means we need to accelerate our progress."
Alex, bare-chested, revealed the faces of Maximilian and Rean on his torso.
The sight of a chest bearing two talking faces was a horror that could send shivers down anyone's spine.
However, Alex had grown accustomed to it.
Rean's face twisted into a manic expression, "Once we evade the Judicators' scrutiny, we should head to a remote area for the sacrifice. With our pace, it won't take many months to break through to the semigod-tier. By then, no one in the Federation will be able to stop us."
Maximilian didn't add much, merely asking Alex, "Where do you think we should go?"
Alex's eyes were half-closed, his gaze dim and listless, as if he hadn't heard a word they said.
