"Has there ever been any shortage of infighting among humans?"
Qin Shaofeng still did not open his eyes, but his voice had already turned icy.
Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er's expression also tightened.
She wanted to say something, only to discover sadly that no matter what she said now, it seemed it would have no effect.
After all, Qin Shaofeng's words sounded ruthless.
Yet they were an indisputable fact.
This was especially true on their Vast Continent.
The dignified ruler of the Vast Continent, the Cangming Great Emperor, not only failed to prepare for the future war between humanity and the Ghost Corpse Race, but instead concerned himself with his own ambitions.
For those ambitions, an unknown number of human experts had already been sacrificed.
The overall situation had already become this way.
No matter how unwilling they were, they had no choice but to acknowledge this indisputable reality.
"Then what do you intend to do? Are you really going to slaughter every last one of them?" Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er asked.
"I don't know yet. We'll take it one step at a time!"
Qin Shaofeng still had not opened his eyes.
Yet his successive words had already made Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er forget her initial fury.
After pondering for a while, she had no choice but to leave Qin Shaofeng's room.
Compared to when she had entered.
Her heart was now even heavier.
She could indeed see the Three Continents' attitude toward them with perfect clarity.
But the clearer it became, the less certain she felt.
How exactly should this matter be resolved?
She discovered that her heart had fallen into complete chaos.
Time passed bit by bit amid such emotions.
In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.
The people of the Three Continents had once again