She simply explained her situation—she had no interest whatsoever in revenge.
Ruan Mei had no interest in hunting the Buli?
Herta's brows furrowed tightly.
To disgust a Great Lord of Annihilation.
For Herta, that was exceptionally easy.
She could casually grab a few company employees and work them like mules, throw together a few strange little tools, and immediately make some Great Lord of Annihilation so sickened that they would lose sleep for days.
But if she wanted to defeat or even kill one, she would need to burn through a whole pile of brain cells.
—Great Lords of Annihilation were generally quite formidable. To date, the only recorded death was that of the previous Vanguard, Zhuluo.
The Sea Navigators had severely wounded him by drawing in the remnants of the Propagation, then gambled nearly all their lives to finally kill him.
To kill a Great Lord of Annihilation, she would clearly need to coordinate with other organizations. Otherwise, if they started fighting, she might end up getting her door blocked and beaten into Old Cha.
And that Buli was even more outrageous than ordinary Great Lords of Annihilation.
Clearly one of the pinnacles of Destruction aesthetics, yet he had been acting together with Phantylia, who had previously attacked the Xianzhou. He possessed not the slightest awareness or pride befitting a Great Lord.
Besides.
Although the Buli Clan had been blasted so badly by a single dishonorable arrow from the Hunt that they could barely recognize their own mothers, they still retained some strength.
And that clan's method of choosing a leader was so primitive it was hard not to cringe—an interstellar race capable of colonizing the stars, constructing Bio-Battleships, and building stellar megastructures chose its leader through fucking duels.
Whoever was strongest became the boss.
By common sense, the