With every word Zhu Zhengwei uttered, his aura constantly rose.
By the time he finished speaking, he had already broken through to the eighth tier of the Divine Realm.
After all, for someone who had already broken through twice in succession, it was merely a retraining, just a level.
Moreover, in this world, no one cultivates Qi except himself; all Disaster Beasts are his resources. After more than a hundred years of retraining, he can already break through this level at any time.
"It's time to harvest this civilization."
"After all, if I let it go any further, I might not be able to suppress it."
Zhu Zhengwei's expression was calm, "The seventh tier is impossible to win.... As for the eighth tier, plus the help of the World's Celestial Dao, let's see how to fight this war."
His calculations are truly impressive!
But no matter how impressive the calculations and wisdom are, it ultimately comes down to brute force, a battle of hard power! A mind without strength is useless.
