When they heard this, the remaining Thrones couldn't help but glance at a certain individual, their minds stirring as a hint of dread subtly passed between them.
The silver-haired man, noticing the subtle change in the atmosphere, swept his gaze over everyone and said lightly, "I am merely the precursor. Each and every one of you... also has the same opportunity."
Hearing this, the Thrones' expressions slightly changed, a peculiar glow twinkling in their eyes.
Yes, indeed. His words held truth. They too had an opportunity.
Power was the sole reason they chose to join Mosa. Compared to other branches of the Evil God Sect, the way to gain power in Mosa was indeed far simpler and easier. Provided they had authority and wealth for continuous sacrifices and hunting, each of them here could ascend unhindered, endlessly and effortlessly obtaining formidable power that others could scarcely imagine.
