Feeling grievous and longing for hope, Qin Shuanglian was shouting at the top of her voice. Before Meng Qi and his teammates - who had just arrived - could get a clear picture of the situation, they were already moved by her strong emotions. Looking at the person who knelt before them, they suddenly realized how disastrous this crowd of demons was.
For thousands of years, the people had been tortured. Living in hopelessness, they did not even know whether they could live to see tomorrow!
Looking at Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu, and Zhao Heng, Meng Qi knew that they felt the same way he did. All four of them were also curious about why the people here seemed to have recognized them. For some reasons, one of the people called Meng Qi as the Primitive God of Ingenuity, another one addressed him as a senior.
Was it a trick of the Samsara, or was it because of their high reputations in different universes?
"Sir, please save us!"
"Save this world!"
