Fred looked at the unkillable Ye Fan before him. Even against a Quasi-Emperor, several Great Saints, and an Ancient Emperor Weapon, he had somehow kept clinging to life—and was only getting stronger.
A sense of relief surfaced in his eyes.
He took off the wig that boosted the military formation's gathering speed, removed the ring that swiftly assembled the formation's members, and tossed aside the Ancient Emperor Weapon he had just borrowed.
I've seen through this mission world.
Every time I think I have a chance, someone stronger shows up!
From the era when Mighty Ones ruled supreme, to the appearance of All-Fathers; from the emergence of Saints, to the awakening of the ancient clans—and now, with the Immortal Ascension Path opening, the level had already risen to Quasi-Emperors.
Are you going to tell me that even Great Emperors, who were supposed to be mere background figures, will show up in the future?!
The Sacred Body, a true Son of Destiny—we had been eyeing his divine materials ever since he was weak.
They had deployed Guardian-level Military Formations more than once, and beaten him to the brink of death more than once.
They had killed Sons of Destiny from all kinds of mission worlds before, yet none had ever been as tenacious as the one before them!
I've seen through it.
Rather than keep wasting time here, he might as well give up now, take the benefits he had gained, and go home.
The military formation's costs meant there was not much profit in it, but at least he had not lost out.
With the command authority granted to him this time, even if he had no merit, he had still put in hard work. His status ought to rise.
Perhaps the next generation of his family might even have