Hearing the words of the Wood War God, Xu Zimei didn't refute.
This kind of scheme was overt; even if the other party was aware, they had no choice but to come.
For the sake of the entire Form Blood Beast clan, for freedom, the True Divine Sword was the most critical thing.
"Have you ever considered that your idea is too rash?
Should you fail, have you thought about the consequences?"
The Wood War God looked at Xu Zimei with a stern tone, "Once the Form Blood Beasts escape from the Form Blood Space, it would be a fatal blow to the entire Destruction Continent, perhaps even to Yuan Central Continent.
Do you really want the aftermath of the Mythical Era to descend again?"
"Is this why you summoned me here?" Xu Zimei countered.
"Strictly speaking, the True Divine Sword is your possession, and how you dispose of it isn't my place to decide," the Wood War God paused before speaking.
"But this matter is of great importance; there can be no mistakes.
