"Oh?"
"It seems you still have a trump card you haven't revealed."
Mr. Zhiyi's eyes shifted slightly.
"But I'm still curious. What kind of trump card gives you such confidence, and what kind of preparations make you certain you can exceed my expectations?"
The woman did not spell it out, but her meaning was perfectly clear.
The Nether Era concealed secrets beyond the imagination of everyone in this age—including him.
Of course, he knew little about the Nether Era.
Although he had come from the underworld,
he could only be considered a rising newcomer. The old monsters had fallen before the passage of time and had not left them much useful information. Regarding that era, they could only grope around like blind men trying to understand an elephant.
But no matter what that era had contained, what had happened, or what it had hidden,
Mr. Zhiyi did not believe he would be surprised.
Half-Gods had already reached the end of the supernatural. Ahead lay only a sheer cliff and an abyss. When they turned back to look, all the novelties along the road they had traveled were nothing remarkable to them.
No traveler could see every sight along the way.
There would naturally be flowers, plants, and wonders they had failed to witness.
But the road they had walked
could hardly make a traveler cheer and marvel as they had on their first journey.
The woman did not answer Mr. Zhiyi's question. Instead, she countered, "Why do you think their reinforcements haven't arrived?"
"Because they're waiting for me to betray them." Mr. Zhiyi chuckled softly.
"Aren't you worried?"
"As long as I don't attack them, it doesn't count as betrayal. Naturally, they won't do anything to me."
It was the same answer as before.
Amid the fierce battlefield, the