"What the hell is the use of lamenting now? Qin Hai! Use any hidden trump cards you have, quickly! Otherwise, we are doomed!"
Beside him, one of the three leaders, Qin Hai's face turned grim, a flash of cold light passing through his eyes. At this moment, he had made up his mind.
In truth, he regretted it, regretted not being cautious.
If he had known earlier, he would have prepared in advance and discussed with that old monster who transformed into Lin Ping'an.
However, due to a lack of trust and an unclear understanding of the other party, he dared not delve too deeply and didn't want to place all hope on them.
Moreover, Great Xia wanted to become strong by itself.
It wanted to truly stand at the peak of the Ten Thousand Races with its own strength.
It couldn't rely on any one person, nor could it completely depend on external forces.
These combined factors led to this predicament.
