The sharp question rendered Lu Qingchen speechless for a moment. His two blades were shivering like vipers, but he could not make up his mind how to deal with the dark beast that he had released in person.
"What's wrong, dear nephew Lu? You can't answer?"
The mental devil was even more rampant. It burst into laughter and said, "What's so great about you controlling the fleet of the Fuxis? After I absorb all your data, I will naturally be granted the corresponding permissions. Also, I will be able to learn all your abilities in refining the brain virus, including the hundreds of thousands of years of knowledge left by the Fuxis. Tsk tsk tsk. It seems that you and the Fuxis have both suffered heavy losses, and I will benefit from it in the end. Thank you for your kindness, Nephew Lu!"
"You—"
Lu Qingchen's face was pale. He gnashed his teeth.
