Even if the extinguished beings could reappear, who could prove they are the same ones from before?
The beings of the Ten Thousand Clans, all things have their own natural karma, either of prosperity or decline, and should not be intervened.
Even if intervened, it should not be like the Bizarre Clan, killing the goose that lays the golden eggs and draining the pond to catch fish.
Moreover, no one would wish to witness their confidants, old friends, or family become mere pawns on the chessboard.
"Boom!"
Another violent collision, Jiang Hui's body was shaken back, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
"Why are you so persistent? You clearly know this battle is destined to have no result."
A Phantom Primordial Ancestor coldly spoke, expression solemn.
He had to admit, Jiang Hui was the strongest enemy they've encountered in eons, hence wanted to win without fighting.
