Of course, no one in the Federation knew the cost of constructing the Beast Nest Sky Curtain.
If they did, they would be more than glad to shower tens of thousands of meteorites into the heartland of the Beast Clan.
Wang Zhan shuddered, finally understanding where his sense of impending danger originated from.
Self-detonation, and not just any self-detonation, but that of a beast with strength comparable to a level 9 Martial Emperor!
That was not just a mere self-detonation, but a catastrophe. It was a catastrophe that could cause drastic disturbances in Earth's ecosystem, even leading directly to its collapse.
Also, even if the Martial Emperors here were protected by Wang Zhan and survived safely, what about the Martial Emperors in other places who knew nothing about this? Would they die directly in the unannounced self-destruction of the Beast Nest Sky Curtain?
"Heh, what a grand display of fireworks!"
A hint of despair and desolation suddenly arose in Wang Zhan's heart.
