Jiang Shu's gaze swept over the angry compound eyes of the Insect Clan's trusted aides, the clenched fists of the Giant Spirit Clan envoy, the unstable electric arcs flickering inside the Heavenly Crystal Divine General's crystalline body, and the tense space ripples surrounding several Nomadic leaders, finally fixing on the scarlet electronic eyes of the Mechanical Divine Envoy.
"Once we enter the tomb, everyone relies on their own abilities."
"Whatever opportunities lie within, whoever finds them, they belong to them."
With the War Alliance's background and status, Jiang Shu could fully make his own voice heard!
He curled his lips into an extremely small yet sharp arc, like a blade's edge first appearing.
"Whoever obtains it, it's theirs."
"Those whose hands are fast, whose fists are hard, naturally get the prize."
"Isn't that straightforward? Isn't that fair?"
