"What audacity." Hemod's face was grim as he unleashed a wave of spiritual fluctuations, "Are you two planning to declare war on the Three Great Civilizations?"
A wave of spiritual fluctuations responded in turn, "Haha, Hemod, long time no see. Didn't expect to be slapped with such a big accusation right upon meeting."
It was Reynolds.
"Cut the nonsense. The Azure Dragon's methods are spent, I'm still here, giving you one more chance. Answer carefully." Hemod gripped Kashmir's Spear, his face indifferent:
"Do you intend to go to war with the Star Alliance, the Empire, and the Federation?"
"Yes, and what of it?" Mikhail responded indifferently.
Hemod was momentarily stunned, finding it somewhat unbelievable, unsure of where these two got their confidence from.
But he soon sneered, "Overconfident, not to mention officially going to war, even today, you may not be able to leave unscathed."
With the appearance of Reynolds and Mikhail, he was more surprised than fearful.
