Guidance's calm words instantly froze Tu Hu's expression.
"What?!"
Even his resolve, tempered by a thousand years of trials, was caught completely off guard.
He had thought his ties to the Rongling Race had run their course, and that from then on, they would each go their separate ways in peace.
The Rongling civilization would flourish in a Small World free of outside threats, while he would return to his team as a player and explore the Monster World with his brothers, living freely and boldly.
But he had never expected the Rongling civilization to forget his warning and dare to embark on an expedition that had exacted a terrible price even from the Dream Weaver civilization. As a player, he knew better than anyone what kind of place the Monster World was.
The Rongling civilization was undoubtedly a Super Overlord in its Small World, but in the Monster World, it was no more than roadside grass.
There were countless minor forces like the Rongling civilization here, as numerous as the stars.
Every force that descended had once been an absolute overlord in its Small World, without exception.
If a force couldn't dominate its Small World, it wasn't even qualified to set foot in the Monster World.
Forces that descended were generally invincible in their own worlds. They came to the Monster World one after another in pursuit of a broader future. Yet most of the protagonists of those Small Worlds were silently wiped out on this cruel land, becoming nourishment for the Monster World and its stronger forces. The Rongling civilization would be no exception.
It might collapse from nothing more than a sneeze from some powerful being passing by.
Knowing what was about to happen, Tu Hu was suddenly overcome with anxiety.
Even though his ties to the