"No!" Ororo Monroe grabbed the hundred-meter-high dark cloud storm again.
Fang Zong didn't care about Ororo Monroe's power, but D'Artagnan's strength was even more terrifying, feeling that he was even above himself. After thinking for a moment, he tapped his phone and created a projection.
“If you don’t believe me, then take a look at the Japanese islands,” he said.
Chaos, bloodshed, despair, and death!
Satellites transmitted images of the entrance to the Japanese underworld, filled with dead living beings and monsters and ghosts scattered to ashes. Abe Haru, wielding a jade-like sword, was invincible, but was blocked by a monster with eight heads, the middle one being half the body of Yasuo.
The two sides clashed, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
"They started fighting, and they played all their cards."
Fang Zong pointed at the projection and laughed, "This is the Japanese Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, and the Yamata-no-Orochi, a demonic sword jointly repaired by Yasuo and seven great demons. They are equivalent to what we in the East call Dao artifacts. If we don't let them start the war in advance, but wait until the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi and Yamata-no-Orochi are truly repaired before they fight, can you imagine that scene?"
"Well……"
D'Artagnan and Ororo Monroe fell silent.
Of course, one can imagine that it would be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and it would be more than just that.
It could very well shatter the nation's destiny and even cause a country to sink!
After a long while, Ororo Monroe withdrew her power, sat down next to D'Artagnan, and took out her flask, handing it to Fang Zong.
"If that's the case, then Murong Zhen actually helped us."
Ororo Monroe knew the terrifying power of the 'Dao Artifacts,' but she never expected that people in those countries could actually use them. Realizing she was wrong, she readily apologized, "I'm sorry, Fang Zong." That was just her personality.
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