Of course, Zuka felt something was amiss as well. He barked coldly, "You're playing me!"
Su Ze chortled. "Only figuring that out now? Seems you Nian Race don't just have trash Racial Talents, your brains are a little slow, too. You said your whole body evolved, so how come you didn't evolve your brain?"
Zuka, however, was not provoked. His gaze shifted past Su Ze, where a spaceship was ascending from Blue Star—the Magic Cube.
Although the Magic Cube had entered stealth mode, how could that possibly fool an Ancestral God?
"Are you trying to cover that spaceship's retreat? Don't worry. In my eyes, you are far more important than that ship. I won't get my priorities backward."
In Zuka's eyes, Su Ze was the ultimate prize. The entire Blue Star Human Race wasn't worth one percent of him. Even if they controlled all the humans on Blue Star, they could only cultivate a few Star Gods to plunder Origin Genes.
