Lü Zhongqi's words plunged Meng Chao into deep thought.
He thought not only of how the Turan Civilization, in the form of half-human, half-beast people, had tenaciously sustained its civilization for ten thousand years, using merely a corner of the southern Another World Continent to contend against the Holy Light Faction, which occupied the fertile center.
He also thought of the scenes from the Primordial War that he had read within the deepest memory cells of the Monster Mastermind.
At that time, the ancestors of the Monster Civilization had occupied all the land and even the oceans of the Otherworld, capable of creating hundreds of millions, even billions, of killing organisms at a moment's notice.
Those vicious killing organisms not only possessed individual combat capabilities even more terrifying than today's monsters, but could also gather like swarms of bees, forming Flesh Heaven Ladders in the literal sense—piercing straight into the clouds and reaching beyond the atmosphere. Using ladder after ladder, they assaulted the ring-shaped bases the Primordial Civilization had erected in synchronous orbit around the planet.
In the end, even when the Primordial Civilization deployed orbital weapons from the heavens and burned the entire planet's surface into a hellscape of flowing magma,
they still failed to completely eradicate the ancestors of the Monster Civilization.
Whether it was the Monster Mastermind near Dragon City
or the Original Mother in Turanze,
both were "offspring" that this ancestor had bred anew after slumbering for hundreds of millions of years.
Though humanity had fortunately won the war before them, Meng Chao did not believe this meant they had thoroughly defeated the legacy of the Primordial Ferocious Beasts that had endured for hundreds of millions of years.
Indeed, in his fragmented nightmares, when human civilization faced extinction and was blasted to ashes by tens of