After they briefly discussed what to do, Gu Yue wasted no more words.
She turned crisply, and her figure soon disappeared into the distance.
Only Li Moxun remained standing there, a thoughtful look surfacing in his eyes.
It was not that he regretted agreeing to help capture Tang Wulin.
Rather, he was repeatedly calculating how to maneuver things to maximize the benefits this entire affair could bring him.
Tang Hao and the will Tang San had left behind were two troublesome factors he could not avoid.
Especially Tang Hao.
As the Plane Master, he was exceptionally sensitive to fluctuations throughout the plane.
His control over the entire plane-or rather, the whole Douluo Planet-had long since reached a level others could scarcely imagine.
Yet despite being the Plane Master, he had made no contribution whatsoever to Douluo Planet.
Aside from slumbering, all he did was continuously draw on Douluo Planet's origin power to nourish himself.
Under these circumstances, the trouble brought by the Abyssal Plane would only grow worse.
Indeed, Tang San's covert machinations were part of the reason the Abyssal Plane could nibble away at Douluo Planet so easily.
This could be seen as one grand chess game jointly plotted by Tang San and Tang Hao.
Over the thousands, even tens of thousands, of years of the Abyssal Plane's invasion, Tang San and Tang Hao had paid almost no price.
Yet the disaster and impact this prolonged invasion had brought upon every inhabitant of the Douluo Continent, including the most ordinary mortals, were immeasurable.
Whether it was the Blood God Legion's desperate resistance over the years, the quiet contributions of the major powers, or the horrific sacrifices of countless ordinary people and common soldiers.
The accumulated toll of those sacrifices had already reached an almost terrifying scale.
These sacrifices had