Listening to Li Xiuzhu's words, Qian Wangsun shook his head: "It's okay, I understand."
"Either they eat us, or we kill them."
"It's not about good or evil, it's just about survival."
Qian Wangsun stared directly into the cell, his eyes flowing with waves, as if he was already seeing a field of death and silence.
Li Xiuzhu nodded beside him: "Immortal gods, demons, aberrations, Heavenly Demons... and now Zhou Bai. We have many enemies in this world, but from our ancestors onwards, we have been fighting continuously with other races in this world, which led to the us today."
"And if human civilization is to continue, we must keep fighting until we defeat all other enemies and let humanity rule the entire world."
As he spoke, red knife light flickered in Li Xiuzhu's mouth, and a malicious wave surged from his body towards the depths of the cell.
