"In the end, we're still not strong enough. If we were, what would forbidden lands matter, and what would quasi-emperors amount to? We would be able to defeat them all the same."
"After all, we've been underestimated by those guys, who think they can handle us, the Demon God Temple. Though it comes at a great cost, they believe they can afford it."
Liu Zheng took a deep breath. This time, with nineteen chances to draw from the lottery, he absolutely had to pull a strong ally.
"System, I want to draw from the lottery."
As Liu Zheng's voice settled, the familiar black vortex appeared once again, flashing with mysterious patterns that seemed to have existed since the beginning of the universe.
Subsequently, a divine light flickered and a phantom figure emerged from the vortex.
"What is this?"
Even though the figure had not yet been summoned, Liu Zheng knew from its aura that this person was extraordinary.
