"How could it be so low?"
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted as she lowered her voice. "What exactly did you find out?"
Between disbelieving this fact and trusting Xiao Tianyang, she decisively chose the latter.
No matter what Xiao Tianyang had concealed before, Bibi Dong was still one of the participants in this plan.
They had formulated their current plan and gained their present confidence only through a vast amount of intelligence and information.
Yet in Xiao Tianyang's eyes, their chances of victory were less than thirty percent!
But the answer was simply too bizarre.
If those words had not come from Xiao Tianyang, Bibi Dong would never have let the other party off so easily.
Xiao Tianyang countered, "You've already surpassed Level One Hundred. You should understand the gulf between yourself and a Limit Douluo, right?"
After pondering briefly, Bibi Dong said, "All I can say is that the difference is like heaven and earth."
"Heh, then do you know that the people they sent to fight this time are only a small portion of their forces?"
This time, Xiao Tianyang did not wait for an answer and said directly, "Those above Level One Hundred can remain here for three years at most."
"Once the time limit is up, if they do not leave, the laws of this plane will drive them out."
"When that happens, forget us—even those people will likely face near-certain death."
"Therefore, one conclusion follows: they must leave within three years, or perhaps even two."
"The same applies to all of you."
Bibi Dong furrowed her brows slightly and said softly, "Haven't we already discussed all this before?"
"With your current strength, you have more than enough ability to contend against demigods. If you become a Titled Douluo, your combat strength will surge again."
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