Conferred Pinnacle, Fred Marcus!

Joshua Mandor nodded lightly at Braydon Neal's question.

"They started secretly carrying it out before the new year. The seedlings they chose were all crushed into blood foam by the national fate. They then learned from the experience. After the new year, they took action again and attracted a small portion of the national fate, allowing the person to slowly receive it."

Joshua was stationed on Lume Island and was familiar with the movements of the three countries.

After all, the matter of a martial artist carrying the fate of the country was extremely huge and could not be hidden at all.

Braydon's eyes flashed with a cold light. He didn't think that the three countries would have already succeeded.

In the next second.

He walked out of the camp and crossed the sea at a speed of 300 miles. His speed was extremely fast, surpassing the speed of sound. He was at a low altitude on the sea surface, forcefully creating a gully on the sea surface.