This plate of loose sand.

It took less than ten days to fall, and it was speechless.

After this battle, the major races had no intention of talking about union again, including the Ancient God Pavilion and the landingers, were also slapped hard.

Join forces with strong people, unite with strong people.

Joining with the weak, a group of slags.

At this time, everyone no longer doubted the strategy of the Thousand Years of Imperial Clan. They were the method of "taking advantage and abandoning inferior", which was different from the method of the Ancient God Pavilion. In their hearts, everyone also realized that the battle was announced to be the master of the God of Death, and the selection had already begun... They were fence-branded, but they had no qualifications to "alliance" from the beginning.

I just thought I could wait for the price.

Who knows that this "safe" way of survival has long been outdated and can only be reshuffled.

"The Star Beast Race joined the Thousand-Year Imperial Clan when it was the strongest and most powerful, and it was kept secret so that no one knew it. Obviously, this is the ability of a real group. And we are just a piece of loose sand, which is still unable to unify our opinions. Fighting depends on individuals, war depends on the masses, everyone, loose sand cannot defeat the group. Now, it is time to make a choice."

"Will the Thousand-Year Imperial Clan win?"

"I don't know. I can only say... such a stable group cannot win, and I will definitely not lose."
Chapter completed!