Wuying Qi's thoughts were truly turning into a whole sky of brilliant stars, and the stars were corrupted into the color of black instantly by his ambitions before they flooded into Li Yao's soul nonstop.
As if hit by lightning and drowned in an abyss, Li Yao struggled to put up the final resistance. "But… But your plan will kill a lot of people. In the Empyreal Terminus Sector alone, thirty to fifty billion people will die. What about them?"
"They are the slits during the operation, the throes when a new life is born, the fuel to boost the civilization of mankind forward, and a price that we have to pay."
