Upon hearing Xing Tong's straightforward inquiry, Yang Chen didn't rush to answer, but instead smiled gently, "Between your Insect Race and the Spirit God Race, which one is stronger?"
Xing Tong blinked her eyes and said lightly, "If compared, if it's just an ordinary Spirit God Race, even if we Insect Race can't beat them, we wouldn't necessarily fail. However, if it's the Royal Spirit God, that's different. Even our Insect Queen might struggle to resist them. Speaking of which..."
With a somewhat annoyed tone, Xing Tong said, "I was the one who asked you, how come you're asking me now?"
Yang Chen scratched his nose and softly replied, "My strength is slightly stronger than yours, so you can base your calculation on yours. It shouldn't be too difficult."
Xing Tong glared at Yang Chen unhappily. She wanted to estimate Yang Chen's strength by using the Spirit God Race as a reference. However, the result was obvious; Yang Chen was tight-lipped about his true strength.
