Before Bahxi could continue being shocked, Fuhen's expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?"
Sensing that something was off, Bahxi immediately asked.
"No, I have to go back. The strong warriors of my race are about to be wiped out by the human race."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fuhen moved to leave.
"You can't go back!"
But Bahxi grabbed Fuhen again.
"Bahxi, move aside!"
This time, Fuhen was furious.
His home was practically being ransacked clean, yet this guy was still stopping him.
"I don't know why the human race has suddenly become so powerful, but if everything you said is true, then even if you go back now, it won't help..."
"What a joke! Most of my race's elites are here, and I'm a Half-step God King. So what if they have numbers? As long as we return, we can naturally deal with them."
Before Bahxi could finish, Fuhen cut him off directly.
Although the news reported from there had filled him with shock and fury, just as he had said, as long as he led the elites back—
The human race would gain nothing good from it either.
After all, a Half-step God King was no laughing matter.
Otherwise, Yan would not have been able to hold back the joint forces of both the Demon Race and the Machine Race through his strength alone.
"That's true, but Brother Fuhen, by the time you return, do you think they'll still be there waiting for you?
Believe it or not, the moment you go back, they'll already be gone.
At the same time, their objective will have been achieved.
Yan will naturally escape his predicament.
You know how slim the chance of killing Yan is.
If we miss this opportunity, there will almost certainly never be another.
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