"He also needs to find the key to restart the Holy Land."

A hint of determination flashed in Zhuge Yun's eyes.

Now that we are about to fight on three fronts, if we don't make some trade-offs, the whole operation could easily collapse.

The words fell.

The quiet, mysterious space instantly became noisy.

Several governors explicitly expressed their disapproval of this gambling-like behavior.

"No, not to mention the unique characteristics of the Holy Land being lost."

"How could we possibly send Su Yu and the others to eliminate the Third Clan?"

"They have at least three ninth-rank members, and all of them are of the third clan bloodline."

"Even if you suppress them, you won't be able to use the power of origin."

“Su Yu and the others can’t see any hope either!” Shi Chaobi was the first to object.

Zhuge Yun remained calm and slowly said, "The problem is that we can't let Su Yu and the others face those three."

"He'll be facing ninth-rank officials next, and we have no idea how many there are."

After a pause, he posed two questions that silenced everyone.

"What if everyone's target this time is Su Yu?"

"Even Kyle and his group were among them?"

The mysterious space was completely silent.

The governor instinctively wanted to say it was impossible, after all, everyone's lives were hanging by a thread.

But in the end, they didn't say anything.

The complexities of human nature are never worth gambling on.

Moreover, Su Yu is, in a sense, a chosen one of the alien races.

They believed Su Yu had a chance to turn the tide.

Others may have more faith in themselves.

"So, that's the decision?" Ji Qing looked at everyone.