After a while, that inexplicable warning disappeared.
Lu Zixun and Lang Qianxing collapsed on the ground, their faces ashen, and they exchanged a glance without saying a word.
"In the past, we used to discuss it without restraint; now that the Demon Clan has declined, just mentioning it deeper results in a warning."
A sneer appeared on his face. Brushing off the dust, Lang Qianxing got up from the ground.
"As for His existence, let's end the discussion here. Zixun, you probably have a general grasp of it."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zixun nodded slightly.
Just now, he had felt the strength of that power; the Insect Clan was indeed not as simple as he had imagined.
After a day's work, the defense constructions previously destroyed by the Insect Tide were also restored.
However, in Lu Zixun's eyes, these defensive works were little better than thin paper.
