The Tree-man King fell silent.
"If we are truly that powerful, I hope our abilities will be of use to them, so that our race won't be annihilated."
The Tree-man King's heart was filled with even more humiliation.
Must they rely on the mercy of their enemies?
They were not weak!
Different worlds, different thoughts.
Unlike the previous world of Cultivators, where they still wished to negotiate terms, this time, those worlds that had Prophets tended to choose submission.
After all, as the Source Star and the Chaotic Realm became more powerful step by step, the majority of the worlds had already despaired.
With their highest level no more than the Seventh Realm, they simply did not believe anyone could break through to the Ninth Realm before the cross-border pathways opened, and even reaching the Eighth Realm was difficult.
Worlds without Prophets, on the other hand, were anxious but held onto a sliver of hope.
What if it was some great opportunity?
