Several question marks appeared on Li Wenhui's cartoon eye mask. He asked in confusion, "Doesn't the remains that made up their bodies count?"

Suo Mingcheng shook his head slowly, "Not really."

"Oh..." Li Wenhui sighed. "Speaking of which, you... well, you're trying to please two gods at the same time. That's pretty impressive..."

…

In a small room in the inner city, Zhang Zimin sat upright on a chair, staring calmly at the white mist rolling in front of him.

This is a ceremony to communicate with the snowball Varbrook.

This was also the countermeasure he and Meng Yi had discussed early in the morning.

When he prays, the gaze of the God of Wisdom will follow him.

In order to prevent the god from seeing the real situation and Xiaowu at the first time, Zhang Zimin chose to pray in a closed room.

In this way, the God of Wisdom cannot obtain effective information.

When the Blood Priest and the God of Slaughter made obvious moves, the God of Wisdom could only make judgments based on Zhang Zimin's "report" due to the lack of time to obtain information.

His prayer was simple.

One is the killing of the gods.

The second is that the body of the God of Slaughter and the Weaver have cooperated.

Nothing else.

What exactly is this collaboration and what is its purpose?

Sorry, Zhang Zimin doesn’t know either.

Let the God of Wisdom think for himself.

This is the focus of their plan. No matter how smart the gods are, they cannot predict the future.

The God of Wisdom doesn't know what the Blood Priest wants to do, but... no matter what the enemy wants to do, I will not let him achieve his goal. This is the most normal thought and decision.

Zhang Zimin stared at the white mist intently, waiting for instructions from Meng Yi.

His breathing was heavy, with obvious nervousness.

no way…

This is a situation where one wrong move can lead to a complete loss.

As long as the gods have any unexpected means, it means that they and others will be doomed.

Including the strength of the Weaver, according to the information Huang Qianliu sent through the city's communication means, there should be a great improvement.

Hope all goes well…

He muttered silently in his heart.

…

On top of the tallest building in Xiaowu, Meng Yi held out his hands in front of his eyes and glanced at his own city in the distance under the scorching sun.

The Grand Arbitrator should have left the city, but I don't know where he is now.

Speaking of which, this is also the advantage that humans have over mutants. Their bodies are small enough, unlike those high-level mutants, which are as big as mountains or seas.

Meng Yi exhaled lightly. Killing the God of Slaughter... I should be able to do it in a day...

He waited from the morning till the afternoon and even deliberately exposed his whereabouts.

At the speed of a high-level divine being, it would take almost the entire time to get from Yuan'an City to here.

He opened his pupil technique, looked at the barren wilderness, and his brows slowly furrowed.

There is something quiet in the wilderness.

There isn't a single mutant nearby.

Were you scared away by Xiaowu?

That shouldn't be the case. The mutants should be chaotic enough, how could they really run away completely?

Twelve out of ten things are wrong.

He turned his head to look at Ning Xingxiu who was not far away, and asked in a deep voice: "When you were hunting before, the mutants...where did you hunt before?"

Ning Xingxiu said succinctly, "To the east, more than a thousand miles away, far away from the human world."

Not around here...

Meng Yi's figure flew high into the sky...

His eyes turned pure white and he began to look around.

"Heh... these scoundrels are still using their old tricks."

In the south, at the end of his sight, a huge group of mutants appeared.

Famine!

Moreover, the scale was much larger than the one encountered outside Jing'an City.