Before the main tent on the Void Continent.
Si Wenjun's five Spirit Avatars all stood there watching the sky.
Beside the five stood Si Wenjun, his face pale.
"Second brother, the losses in this battle were quite significant!"
Wen Hao spoke softly, his eyes revealing a trace of seriousness.
"Indeed, but the Extraterrestrial Alien Race didn't fare well either!"
Si Wenjun nodded and then glanced at the distant void: "This time, the destabilizing factors on the Extraterritorial Battlefield have been entirely purged. Wen Hao, you five should prepare, once the Dead Spirit Battlefield and the Extraterritorial Battlefield merge into one, you will be the commanders of the Five Continents!"
The five of Si Wenhao were slightly taken aback. Wu Zhanjiang and the other four nodded without saying anything, but Wen Hao asked in surprise: "What about Zhao Buzu? You don't plan to trap and kill him, do you?"
"What are you saying!"
