Humans were creatures with complex, multidimensional emotions.
Chu Xiaoyong and Zhang Cuicui had become husband and wife, yet they could swiftly turn into mortal enemies within a single day.
Wang Qi, who had become a Human Traitor and was completely opposed to the human faction, could be as loyal as a Death Warrior, offering up his very life.
The news had come from a trusted subordinate arranged by Wang Qi.
Su Mo could not help sighing. This tactic of cutting off the enemy's source of strength had swept away ninety percent of the trouble ahead for him. Yet the reward was merely an empty promise, which made it genuinely difficult to understand the thought process of a Human Traitor.
But then again, if he put himself in the position of an ordinary person, Su Mo could understand why Wang Qi had made this choice.
Everyone had their own pursuits, wishes, motivation to survive, and principles they had to uphold.
If you told a starving refugee that they should make saving the world and humanity their goal, they would only think you were an idiot or a lunatic.
Therefore, identity and faction were both merely means people used to achieve their own aims.
Take Wang Qi, for example. He could abandon his retreat and join a foreign race, staking his life on a heavy bet.
Now, trading one failed gamble for a chance to place another bet was, to him, a huge profit.
As far as the Flame Fist Tribe was concerned, they now had a legitimate reason to enter the Union Division. Even if Xia Fenghan came in person, he could only swallow his anger.
Besides, one was Level Five and the other was Level Four. That was the baseline of the Six Great Tribes.
The Cloud Firmament Tribe had