Until just before the fall of civilization.
The new leader of the Peace-Seeking Civilization and the Jiang Family never ended up clashing.
However, the Jiang Family no longer needed to think about settling scores; this time, the accounts were cleared thoroughly.
Standing to the side, Qiu Yisao muttered in despair, "Master Mang, I want so much to hate the Insect Race Civilization, but the disparity between us is too vast. I can't even muster the hatred; it's like experiencing a natural disaster."
"Do you think the Insect Race Civilization and the Kasha Civilization will officially go to war?"
"Not in the short term."
Chen Mang patted Qiu Yisao's shoulder again. By this time, he had become an emotional provider, comforting everyone amidst the excessive death.
This wasn't mourning for an entire city.
This was mourning for an entire star system.
