The other party's gravity exceeded his expectations. If he had still carried a merchant's cunning just moments ago, then now he possessed the unique majesty of a military man.
Elemental Legion—a very unfamiliar name, yet one he had no choice but to take seriously.
They were by no means ordinary high-ranking guests, nor was the military made up of scattered rabble. They were more organized, the supreme force that controlled the world's balance.
That man had domineeringly destroyed Snow World. It seemed somewhat like showing off, but even more like a warning.
This time, Li Ziran did not attack as he had against the two demons earlier. That special identity made him somewhat wary, though not frightened.
Elemental Embryos!
No matter how formidable their status was, what mattered was that they had come seeking this.
Whether it was Bowente's cunning or Jones's current air of majesty, neither could do without it.
Li Ziran knew his own value clearly. This was the necessary foundation for any survivor.
Rather than foolishly launching an attack on Jones, he asked strangely, "Demon Military? I can tell that you're very confident—confident enough to casually destroy a Witch Doctor's laboratory. Am I right?"
"I'm sorry," Jones said apologetically. "I told you already: if you're willing, you can obtain a Derivative Space a hundred times better than this one."
Li Ziran smiled. The destruction of Snow World was something he could accept, provided the compensation was generous enough. He would not let it slide simply because the other party belonged to the Demon Military. In Blood World, the only thing that had left him with any attachment was the Giant Baron had modified.
"When that world was destroyed, was there a scrapped Giant inside?" Li Ziran asked.
Jones was somewhat baffled, not knowing why Li Ziran had