There were simply too many of them. And their strongest existence had yet to make a move.
Cubitros fell silent for a moment. Kuang Tu smiled and said, "Those skilled in martial arts focus on cultivation here, while those skilled in bloodlines focus on developing the Myriad Realms. We're pursuing both paths at once. The fungi have twisted themselves into a single rope and become your enemy."
Cubitros could not help asking, "Why are you telling me so much?"
"You're merely the tyrant of a small neighborhood. You may be strong, but in terms of future population and cities, you're nothing more than a local martial arts neighborhood on a street. If one neighborhood could kill off the geniuses gathered by our entire civilization, then there'd be no point in us playing anymore. Now, let me broaden your horizons."
Renar smiled. "At the same time, since you've come here, we'll naturally head over there too. We'll visit your tribe of ten thousand and provoke you a little, then flatten the lot of you."
"What brazen nonsense!"
Cubitros sneered. "Our true bodies are unimaginably vast. I merely lowered my energy level to enter the World of Fungi and fight you. Are you getting smug just because you defeated me? In a real encounter, you bacteria and microorganisms would be sprayed to death with a single breath from me."
Even Rennimansga was merely one of their little toys.
A colossal giant who could use the Solar System as a dining table—how could a human the size of a planet possibly resist at the same realm? The energy casually released from one of their fingers exceeded the total energy in ten thousand of your bodies!
They actually wanted to destroy their tribe. It was utterly ridiculous.
The fact that he had not destroyed