"Blood King, what do you think?"
Faced with the inquiry, the Little Mage was momentarily speechless.
To him, these two options were not choices at all.
He knew the positioning of the Blue World very well; it was their Earth, also the Spirit Breaths Tribe's next target for invasion.
This was certainly an undeveloped new map, just like the airwalls in a game, how could they go there?
Thinking about how he was temporarily tied to the Spirit Breaths Tribe, he nodded coldly and said solemnly:
"I support the Soul King's idea, choosing to struggle in a low-level world and ultimately becoming a maggot or betting everything for a future in Purgatory. My choice is I'd rather be crushed under the feet of the strong than rot in a mire."
As soon as he said this, the Little Mage was suddenly taken aback.
He realized that these words were basically insulting his real homeland.
Comparing Earth to a mire, what villainous thinking, shameful!
