"We can't get away..." A bitter look flashed across Shi Kui's face. In this situation, it wasn't anyone's fault. Their luck was simply terrible—they had run into two gods.
But no matter how bad their luck was, could it really be this bad?
They had only entered the Zombie Plane a few days ago, yet they had already encountered three gods—and were about to die in the aftershocks of three gods' battle?
Something seemed off.
Shi Kui scratched his head and looked at Jiang Yang. At the same time, Jiang Yang looked back at him. They spoke in unison, "Son of Destiny!"
"If you, a Son of Destiny, died in the aftershocks of a few gods fighting, it would be the biggest joke in the world!" Jiang Yang said with a smile. He had nearly forgotten Shi Kui's identity—the Son of Destiny of the Zombie Plane.
If the Will of the Plane in the Zombie Plane had truly fallen asleep, that would have been one thing. But the problem was that it was only pretending to sleep. Would it really watch its Son of the Plane die in the aftershocks of several god-level beings' battle?
If Jiang Yang were the Will of the Plane, he certainly would not watch the person he had painstakingly chosen get killed.
The resources spent nurturing a Son of the Plane were immense. Though those resources were no longer useful to the Will of the Plane, they were still part of a plane's foundation.
If a Son of the Plane died just like that, there would inevitably be some loss.
At that thought, Jiang Yang's eyes gradually lit up, and the way he looked at Shi Kui became somewhat strange.
"Since you can't die anyway, why not take the initiative and approach those three god-level