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In Chen Wu's existing understanding, clashes between the strong should have been like needlepoints meeting wheat awns. Though kings usually did not meet kings, the moment they did, a violent collision was bound to erupt.

Just like the invasions of the Angels and Evil Gods, any part of the Mikes Continent could become their battlefield. The previous wars had indeed been brutal; battles between the Insect Swarm and the Evil Gods' armies always left corpses strewn everywhere, with the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

The scene before him taught him a lesson.

So these so-called high-and-mighty Angels would also slink away when they encountered someone stronger. That flight without a second thought, like an animal meeting its natural predator, completely shattered their former image of being invincible and looking down on the world.

They felt fear too, and they knew to avoid danger.

Faced with the Yao Clan Civilization's entrance, the Angels were like jackals seeing a tiger descending the mountain, rationally hiding far, far away.

There was no resistance, no challenge, only a rigid hierarchy.

Chen Wu could not help thinking.

If we could be like the Yao Clan, the Mikes Continent wouldn't have fallen to this state, would it?

At that moment, he heard someone say, "Sigh, that really gave me a fright. I was almost caught by them. That fate would have been worse than death. It's truly been many years since I pushed myself this hard."

It was Chesia.

Her wounded body was slowly recovering, and she still looked as if she had lingering fear in her heart.

The eight-armed female Demon beside her said impatiently, "Stop pretending. Don't act wronged after taking all the benefits! If we hadn't been blocked by Sariel, would you have gotten the chance to sell misery and bleed