"If one year isn't enough, then ten years. If ten years aren't enough, then a hundred, a thousand! I refuse to believe we'll just keep standing still!"
Seeing the looks on their faces, Huangfu Long grinned and spoke with unwavering resolve.
"Hehe... I never expected you to have such high awareness, kid. How rare. Tsk, tsk..."
Huangfu Long's words immediately drew everyone's attention. Zhang Ruochan looked him over in surprise, marveling repeatedly.
"Haha... Of course! I can't go embarrassing my junior brother, can I?"
Unfazed by Zhang Ruochan's teasing, Huangfu Long replied casually.
"Though I hate to rain on your parade, I think we should first survive the crisis before us. Otherwise, forget a hundred or a thousand years—we probably won't even last ten. Sigh..."
"Elder Qin, with my junior brother here, can't you have a little faith?"
"Since when did you become so absurdly confident? Yes, Xiaoyu is here, but he's only one person. What about us? Not one of us has even reached demigod level. Once the gods descend, what are we supposed to do? Wave flags and cheer from behind? Or do you think we can become powerful enough to contend with gods within ten years?"
Qin Wangyan's words were like blades, directly tearing open everyone's bloody wounds.
They were harsh, but they were an ironclad fact. For a moment, everyone fell silent.
Huangfu Long's lips moved twice, but he suddenly had no idea what to say. He too fell silent.
"Hehe, perhaps things aren't as bad as everyone thinks."
Sensing the atmosphere around them suddenly grow heavy, the Wood Clone spoke softly.
"Xiaoyu, do you know something?"
Everyone instantly raised their heads and stared fixedly at the Wood Clone, a trace of hope reigniting in their eyes.
However, when they saw the Wood Clone nod first