Ghost Mythical, Appear!

As they looked at Turtle Immortal, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was nearly despairing, the many Mythicals were also left shaken.

The Era Disaster actually had no solution!

"In that case, the only option is blood sacrifice." Suddenly, a Mythical powerhouse in the form of a male lion spoke.

"We can divide up territories, call a truce, raise vast numbers of living beings, and obtain the population needed for blood sacrifices. That way, we can sustain our own consciousness for the long term."

His pupils were blood-red, and a baleful aura clung to him. The intense stench of blood could be smelled from several kilometers away.

Not only did no one refute these cold words, but many Mythicals actually agreed.

"Indeed. We can control mortals, make them reproduce in great numbers, then secretly sow discord and provoke conflicts. Let them slaughter one another in war, and we can harvest enough souls without even lifting a hand."

"We will only grow stronger and stronger. So what if there is an Era Disaster, as long as we are strong enough?"

Only Duo Mu, clutching the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, trembled with rage. He could not believe that these lofty powerhouses would propose such a plan merely to ensure their own survival!

You Mythicals are the real Era Disaster! Duo Mu screamed inwardly.

What he found even harder to believe was that his master, who had always taken the world as his responsibility, merely listened coldly without stepping in to stop them.

Under the immense psychological pressure, Duo Mu could not help shedding two streams of tears.

Turtle Immortal glanced at him and sneered. "Raise mortals? Dream on! You have no time left!"

"If the Yin World and Yang World draw close to one another, every living thing on Pangu Continent will be