Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat.
God?
It shouldn't be referring to those guys from the Holy Realm, right?
Fang Heng asked, "You mean the God Clan?"
"That's right."
Getting the definite answer from Wu Yi, Fang Heng couldn't help but feel like laughing inside.
Good grief, on the surface, every force acted so respectfully and fearfully toward the God Clan, not even daring to openly study cultivation disciplines at the demigod level, but behind their backs, they were secretly researching how to create Gods, huh?
"Looks like you people were very dissatisfied with the Gods..."
"It wasn't about satisfaction or dissatisfaction. We were only pursuing strength. In this world, only by firmly grasping strength in our own hands could we have a voice. I don't know how it was for your vampires, but our Evil Clan had faced countless threats of near extinction throughout history, again and again rebuilding from the ruins until we finally became the master of a great domain."
