"Pfft—!"
Zhu Ganglie nearly choked on this utterly contemptuous response, his face flushing red.
He laughed in fury, his grin growing increasingly sinister.
"HAHAHAHA! That isn't up to you!"
He suddenly raised a hand and pointed at the massive yet overly silent star island below.
"My divine sense has already swept it! On this huge star island of yours, aside from this manifestation of yours and these few people before us, how many living things are even left?
Hm? Sparse auras, scant population!
What happened to your Huang race? Could it be that not long after entering Two Realms Mountain, you had the bad luck to be scattered by the law currents?
Or perhaps... something went wrong internally, causing your elite forces to be wiped out, leaving only you, a commander without troops, leading a few nobodies here to keep up appearances?"
The more he spoke, the more reasonable he found his own deductions, and the mockery and certainty in his tone grew thicker.
"Oh, oh, oh, I get it! That's perfectly normal! After all, the Huang race is a newly risen race. Though you rode the momentum of defeating five hundred races and rose with the tide, luckily reaching a high position within the S-tier Sequence, this is still your first time participating in the incomparably brutal Final Saint War, where the essence of all races gathers.
Lacking experience and insufficiently prepared, you were probably battered into disarray and routed by the merciless tides of law or the chaotic initial clashes the moment you entered the Two Realms Mountain world, weren't you? Tsk tsk, what a pity for such a fine island!"
Although Zhu Ganglie had also entered Two Realms Mountain for the first time, he had seen the true grandeur of the world and had survived from the