Sitting in the cabin, after watching Connie catch his laughter and put on a wicked smirk as she began typing rapidly, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Su Mo's mind. A stream of information linking the present and the future burst forth in an instant.
In theory, the current frenzy in the alien race chat was merely a microcosm of their collapsing morale and mentality.
It was just like a pyramid scheme where the ringleader was arrested, yet the followers stubbornly refused to believe the truth.
No matter how stupid the other alien races were, they could still see the truth beneath the burst bubble of this carnival through the argument between the Crystal Dragons and the Snow Soaring Bear...
Su Mo did not die.
Old Demon Su, the human who possessed the ability of killing a God... was not dead!
On the contrary, he lived quite comfortably up to this point.
