Although the Three Saints were advanced in years, they still looked like ordinary middle-aged men. Facing Arlin and Fire God's astonishment, the Fist Saint chuckled. "Still alive? If we hadn't found a bit of fortune in the Taotie Domain, we wouldn't have endured the erosion of time either. You're Arlin, right? Heh heh, we heard your name while we were in seclusion. You could be considered a benchmark among the new generation of powerhouses. But what you've done hardly lives up to the title above your head. Since you discovered the Zerg's abnormalities long ago, why did you allow them to plunder the Taotie Domain so wantonly? The resources within the Taotie Domain are unimaginably precious. Letting them run wild has caused boundless losses to our civilization..."
Arlin's mouth was full of bitterness. "Senior, your reprimand is deserved. But the situation was critical at the time. If not for the Zerg, we likely would not even have had a chance to leave the Taotie Domain. We wanted to intercept them, but we simply lacked the strength..."
The Fist Saint clicked his tongue, showing no kindness toward this famous junior. Just as he was about to continue berating him, Duncan had no choice but to interrupt.
"Three seniors, you may reprimand Arlin for his negligence after the battle. But right now, the Zerg have begun advancing. Seniors, please..."
The Fist Saint cast his gaze toward the distant Zerg warships, which had begun reigniting their engines, and curled his lips disdainfully. "These ugly lifeforms are in such a hurry to die. Fine. Old fellows, let's go. We've been silent for thousands of years. It's time to stretch our bones..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three vanished instantly. There was not the slightest fluctuation of energy, just as when they had