"For a myriad of years, the overlord of the Central Great Realm, hasn't there been any means left behind to drag the world down into destruction with it?"
"If not, it's not too late to start now."
Liang Hui's gaze narrowed, his mouth curved in a cold, chilling smile.
"This game, the Human Race will either tie or win, there are no other outcomes."
"Many kings who can find the path to failure are also rare talents."
The elder's eyebrows were tightly knit, his cloudy eyes firmly fixed on the youth.
Moments later, he slowly responded.
"This is indeed a viable path."
If the Central World were to collapse, the surrounding Great Realms, even if protected by an Emperor, would also be destroyed largely."
"But that's just leveling the playing field, how do we win?"
"Find a Great Tribe, destroy it swiftly like thunder, with that shock the Exotic Races, gaining time to develop," Liang Hui stood with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the wind.
