The God Lord Brian stood up. His eyes had the light of the sun, moon, and the stars, his body radiating brilliant lights.
He looked like a Light Angel.
He turned to Ming Hao, his face nonchalant. "You and I've been trapped her for so many years. Our territory is at its most critical time. Maybe Hui is invading us. If you don't want to see only a blank void when we go home and if you don't want to see all the races killed, you know what to choose."
Pausing for a while, Brian took a deep breath. "There's something you know already. If our territory is destroyed and if Hui killed Desolate, all the creatures that Desolate has created and all the souls that were born in Desolate Territory would perish in just a blink.
"You and I can never escape the bind of fate. Unless we can reach the Immortal Realm soon, there's another way to survive, perhaps!"
