Deep within the "?????????" Secret Realm, eight figures landed, taking positions in eight directions as they looked toward Gugol Quantity, who sat in the center surrounded by the irregular matter of the "?????????" Secret Realm.
As a Level 3.72 million Divine Truth stationed in the Galactic Federation by the Hall of Truth, he deserved respect even if he was only a projection.
Yet the eight figures' voices were icy as they poured in from every direction.
"Gugol, you must give us an explanation for this. Otherwise, even if your Level is 3.72 million, once this place is annihilated, my True Body will absolutely come to settle accounts with you."
"I have only one question, Gugol. Are you a spy sent by Zhou Heng?"
"Do you understand that the situation has already reached its most dangerous point?"
Ignoring the eight figures' many angry voices, Gugol Quantity slowly opened his eyes. Taking in their expressions and postures, he said quietly, "What good does anger do? Even I was caught in his schemes. Rather than embarrassing yourselves here, you should think about whether to fight or surrender."
Those unexpected words instantly silenced the eight angry figures.
If the enemy had been a so-called strongest figure like π Longevity, who had relied on Virus Source Species to suppress the Novice Village for ten thousand years, they would have dismissed him outright. They could simply find him and start fighting.
But if that enemy was Zhou Heng, the situation was much more troublesome.
Combining the scant intelligence obtained from the Galactic Federation's Divine Truth Projections with Zhou Heng's movements in the Novice Village, Sakast, they had no choice but to suspect that Zhou Heng's Talent was the nearly unanswerable All-Knowing and All-Seeing.
"The Galactic Federation and Zhou Heng share the same origin. Although there