A trace of disdain appeared on his face: "Who doesn't know that the Demon Race only knows how to destroy, that surrendering won't escape the fate of extinction."
Igor finally put on the glasses he had been wiping for half the day, shook his head, and surprisingly, showed a hint of a smile.
"At least for now, don't think about these depressing things, my brother."
"As far as I know, the merchant teams from other countries, those guys who are just as bewildered as us, have also chosen to come here to relax today, haven't they?"
"This country is far away, it's not easy to come here, and coincidentally, we are just in time for the battle of the top talent of Great Xia... we cannot waste this great opportunity."
"Humph..."
The burly man seemed somewhat unconvinced upon hearing this: "I want to see how strong a battle between a Three-Star Spirit Master and a Four-Star Spirit Master can be."
Igor was taken aback: "You haven't watched the state competition video I sent you?"
