She was a prodigious talent from the Haisan Civilization, Hai Qingxin.
"Did we just fail?" Hai Qingxin asked with a frown.
"Do you think that's possible?" Mo Wushuang glanced at her and said indifferently, "If I wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have escaped."
"What do you mean?" Hai Qingxin's eyes flickered; as an extraordinary talent, a word could command all beings, a thought could understand everything.
With just a sentence, she already had a guess in her mind.
"You want to increase his value then kill him?" Hai Qingxin said.
"Exactly." Mo Wushuang nodded slightly.
Currently, the Cangxu Civilization rates Jiang Ye only as C-Level.
If we kill him now, we won't gain much benefit at all.
But after this battle, Jiang Ye will undoubtedly gain fame, and his rank in the war rankings will rise.
At that time, reaping the harvest would be much better.
"But next time, we won't have such a good opportunity." Hai Qingxin frowned.
