Hongjun's words did not push the atmosphere here to any climax.
Instead, most of the masters just frowned, watching the two players and the speeding giant bird in the Cloud Mirror rushing toward the Desolate Era's main world, then each of them pondered.
At this moment, Li Ping'an could only smile bitterly, even feeling a bit of 'admiration' for Hongjun in his heart.
He was too ruthless.
By this point, Li Ping'an had grasped all of Hongjun's calculations.
But it was just understanding; looking at the Kunpeng in the Cloud Mirror, he felt a hint of powerlessness inside.
Indeed, he was not only lacking in strength and thick skin compared to the players.
Most importantly, it was this ruthless determination.
Again, the spirit in the coffin sneered coldly: "The pretense of your demeanor, fellow Daoist, is truly nauseating."
