At this moment, the Pangu Brain also flew to the lunar fragments, like a dark cloud: "Indeed, this new world is forged like steel, not so easily shattered."
"Furthermore, this world is completely constructed by the will of the God, with countless places inside where he can hide."
"You have rashly landed, truly unwise."
The Pangu Brain shook its head and said, "It's a pity that you smashed the Moon. If you had just killed him on the spot, things wouldn't be so troublesome."
The Hou Tu remnants sheltered by the Weaver looked a bit embarrassed; they had originally promised that the Moon would never shatter, but the war was far too intense, and the Moon had indeed reached the end of its lifespan due to years of erosion.
"Who are you?" The Ghost Race Emperor was puzzled, wondering how a convert to God dared to come up and talk, "Why does this tone sound a bit familiar?"
