Wishful Thinking

"More or less, that's it. Any other questions?"

Lu PingAn pondered for a moment, then asked one final question to make sure there were no loopholes in the plan.

"You've got some nerve."

"The success rate is too low, meow. It's not reliable, meow."

Clearly, even in the eyes of those who knew the details, Lu PingAn's plan was not viewed favorably.

But he shrugged. Against an opponent of this level, a "safe" plan was practically the same as handing over a free win. Only by taking a gamble did they stand a chance of winning.

Of course, that depended on things going smoothly enough on Kun Ba's side.

If she really was still Rule-level, he would still choose to give up.

"She's here!"

Death arrived as scheduled. Serpent King Didiluo Na had probably never been this close to death before.

She had already died four times. The first had been on the frontal battlefield; the second, when she was ambushed by the toad and the mortal; the third, when she perished together with the mortal (Heaven and Earth Same Lifespan); the fourth had been by "suicide." This was the fifth time.

"I won't accept this! I refuse! If I were in perfect condition, these bastards wouldn't even be able to threaten me!"

If the Snake King had truly been at her peak, Kun Ba, who had only just advanced, would not even have dared to attack her. The mission was important, but no one was interested in throwing away their life for nothing.

But now, after four brutal deaths—especially the previous one, which had even involved "mitosis"—the Snake King had long since been pushed to her limit.

She was still struggling, still fighting desperately, even willing to pay any price to take the little people before her down with