The Yin-Realm Ghost on the big screen was visibly stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.
The fetus in the Command Hall also smiled. The air vibrated, and a voice rang out: "A throne?"
"You think too highly of me."
"Or rather, you think too little of the thrones."
"My strength is probably about equal to that of those Alien Race Kings, but I'm slightly inferior to the King of the Fallen Ones."
"But compared with a throne, I'm sorry, I'm no match for them."
"Don't count on me to help you fight the thrones. If I had that kind of strength, why would I need you?"
Zhao Ruifeng exchanged a glance with Bai Shaotang.
From Yao Ze's words, they had gained a rough understanding of the strength of the Third Order.
Most Alien Race Kings in this Order were undoubtedly at the bottom.
The middle tier consisted of the King of the Fallen Ones.
As for the top, naturally, there were the thrones.
Yao Ze's strength was about equal to that of most Alien Race Kings. He was stronger than the generals, but slightly weaker than the King of the Fallen Ones.
He was far inferior to the thrones.
Yao Ze continued, "All right, the joke's over. I helped you kill the general, too."
"Now let's talk business."
"We need to meet."
Zhao Ruifeng cleared his throat. "We'd be happy to, but you should know what the situation is like right now."
"We can't get away."
"Of course, if you're willing to help us resolve some of our problems as an ally, I believe we'll be able to meet very soon."
Yao Ze fell silent.
After a while, he finally spoke.
"Do I look like an idiot?"
"I only agreed to kill one Throne General for you. I