Picking Up an Old Friend, a Seventy-Thirty Split (Please Vote)

In Feng Qi's memory, the future White Robe Race had been nothing less than a battlefield harvesting machine.

Their powerful White Robe Inscription Spells, along with the linked spells they cast together, possessed terrifying wide-area destructive power on the battlefield.

But that former glory did not belong to the current White Robe Race.

At this point, the White Robe Race was still in the early stages of development. Their overall strength was nowhere near comparable to the White Robe Race Feng Qi remembered. Against the human army led by Zhang Daowen, Mu Qing, and Chen Jue, they suffered a one-sided rout.

Feng Qi found the White Robe High Priest's resolve worthy of admiration.

Faced with an irretrievable disadvantage, the White Robe High Priest led the Priest Group members in sacrificing themselves to carve out an escape route for their people, hoping to withstand the crushing advance of the human army.

But before the miracle Space Jump, there was no path that could be blocked.

After opening the Space Passage, Mu Qing and Zhang Daowen intercepted the White Robe Race's retreat and began a bloody slaughter.

Admiring the White Robe High Priest for sacrificing himself for his people was one thing, but Feng Qi would show the White Robe Race no mercy.

Just as Old Mi had once said, the greatest respect one could show an enemy was to wipe them out completely.

The meaning behind those words was simple: I believe this faction may rise in the future, so I must eradicate it and eliminate all future trouble.

As for those incomparably weak factions, even if they became Migratory Factions, they would never pose any threat.

In the future New World, where the weak were prey to the strong, exterminating one's enemies was both a sign of taking an opposing