Who's Making a Killing

Xu Zhi sat in the enormous study, shut off the network, and instantly wore a strange expression.

Why did everyone want to attack Rennimansga?

What had Rennimansga ever done to them?

The Machine Pillar God believed it had developed enough. As long as it held the other side steady as an iron-based race member, devoured this land, and turned it into zombies, victory would be effortless.

The players also thought they were quite capable. They had tricked people into spending money, devoured this land, and converted the entire race. Could they win?

Xu Zhi looked calm. "They really think the civilizations here are all backward country bumpkins, that these lousy Ninth-Order natives can be defeated in minutes."

What exactly had the civilization of this land from over a hundred thousand years ago been like? Xu Zhi did not know.

But the civilizations before him truly were not strong. That much was true. Still, "they were far too young."

Tap.

Xu Zhi left the enormous study, stepped out of the villa, and looked toward the Cosmos Garden.

This flourishing land, even larger than Earth, had become exceptionally prosperous. Lush flowers and grass grew everywhere, strange beasts roamed freely, and it resembled a primeval forest brimming with danger.

Endless storms and turbulent currents swept through it. Cosmic rays that shattered space-time occasionally blew past, while violent electromagnetic fields continuously scoured the skies.

Clusters of plants moved with the harsh environment, ready at any moment to pull up their roots and flee the energy storm zones about to erupt.

Xu Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly. "The creatures evolving in this kind of environment can really run. Medusa is playing around with Plant Pillar Gods here, along with those few little fellows she casually brought in from outside."

Medusa's era had been far too