The Apocalypse Race had rebelled as a whole—not only had they failed to help dismantle the planetary thrusters, they'd actually gone and paid their respects to their ancestors?
Olivia nearly spat up a mouthful of blood when she saw this!
Hero King Wen Qing—had he really come? The Apocalypse Race's Old Ancestor, a pioneer of his age?
Hadn't Black God said the Hero King's will had long since vanished, leaving behind only a sacrificial shell?
Then who was this?
The most likely explanation was that Black God had used the Hero King's body to make a second account!
The shell belonged to the Hero King, but the one inside was Black God, for crying out loud!
Wenger, you've got the wrong ancestor!
But Wen Qing's voice, presence, and even the way he spoke all matched his identity as the Hero King?
Olivia couldn't even tell whether the real Hero King had returned or whether Black God had made a second account using the Apocalypse Race's ancestor!
But that wasn't important. What mattered was that, as the Hero King, whether real or fake, Wen Qing would never allow his ancestor's body to be damaged!
So Wenger and the others charged in without hesitation!
Tiffany was furious. (?°益°?) "Fine, fine, fine! We'll settle the score after this! Your ancestor is from the Apocalypse Race, not the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky!"
"If you insist on protecting him, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
Fama narrowed his eyes. "Do you really think all of you can hold back the Myriad Races of the Starry Sky?"
Wenger gritted his teeth. "Go ahead and try! We didn't make it to the Fourth Sequence for nothing!"
"Whispers of the Gods!"
In that instant, every member of the Apocalypse Race activated Whispers of the Gods. They