Guide's matter-of-fact words made Tu Hu's expression freeze.
"What?!"
Even with a temperament tempered by a thousand years of trials, he felt caught off guard and panicked.
He had thought his connection with the Velvet Spirit Tribe had come to an end, and that they would go their separate ways and fare well.
The Rongling Civilization would flourish in a Minor World free of external enemies, while he would return to his squad as a Player and explore Monster World with his brothers, living freely.
He had never expected the Rongling Civilization to forget his warnings and dare embark on the path of conquest that had cost even the Dreamweaver Civilization so dearly.
As a Player, he knew better than anyone what kind of place Monster World was.
The Rongling Civilization was undoubtedly the supreme overlord of its Minor World, but in Monster World, it was no more than roadside weeds.
Minor powers like the Rongling Civilization were as countless as the stars here.
Every Descent Faction had once been the absolute overlord of a Minor World, without exception.
Those unable to dominate even a Minor World were not qualified to set foot in Monster World.
Descent Factions were generally unrivaled in their own worlds, descending into Monster World one after another in pursuit of a broader future.
Yet most of these protagonists of their Minor Worlds vanished without a sound on this cruel land, becoming nourishment for Monster World and stronger powers.
The Rongling Civilization would clearly be no exception.
A sneeze from a passing powerhouse might be enough to bring the Rongling Civilization down.
Knowing what was about to happen, Tu Hu suddenly felt unbearably anxious.
Their connection might have ended, but his affection for the Velvet Spirit Tribe remained. How could over a thousand years of companionship