"These otherworldly people are so vicious!"
"They simply don't treat us like human beings," Zhao Yun said with a face full of ferocity.
"I don't consider myself a good person, but compared to these otherworldly people, I feel like a great philanthropist."
At this moment, the bronze chariot was parked on the peak of a high mountain. The cold wind blowing from afar made his robes rustle.
"You must understand that when will the cycle of vendettas ever end? Eradicate the roots and you'll have no worries."
Zhao Yun gave him a side-eye. Good grief! In just a single sentence, both the Virgin Mary and the devil had appeared.
Upon hearing the first part, she subconsciously thought that Wang Ming was going to persuade her to let go of the hatred in her heart. As a result, when the second part came out, she understood that Wang Ming wasn't trying to persuade her to be magnanimous, but was stating a bloody truth.
Zhao Yun was not a foolish person, and quickly reined in her emotions. Free from the influence of emotion, her rationality immediately took the upper hand, and she could understand the meaning Wang Ming wanted to convey.
That was stance!
Just as if Zhao Yun and her world were given a chance, what they would do would not be any more benevolent than the otherworldly world. Villages could engage in large-scale armed clashes just over competing for water resources, let alone this being a struggle between worlds.
"The otherworldly people aren't wrong, and neither are we. The only mistake is that we are still too weak," Zhao Yun muttered to herself.
Wang Ming glanced at Zhao Yun, then turned to look at the black shadow slowly approaching from below the distant horizon. The threat that patch of shadow