Lord Kundi muttered to himself.
He truly couldn't understand.
He couldn't figure out why that mysterious woman, whose strength clearly rivaled that of a Supreme Giant, and the mysterious man who could suppress An Lan with just a drop of his blood, would both willingly traverse the endless river of time to protect that Nine Heavens being named Desolate.
It's true that reaching the Supreme Realm at such an age was quite remarkable, enough to be proud of, but that was all there was to it—among the Alien Territory, there were other geniuses like him; it wasn't anything special.
Even if they managed to buy him ample time, what then?
Could they change anything?
Reverse the fact that the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were about to be trampled flat by the armies of cavalry from the Other Domain?
Or could they possibly rely on an individual's power to help the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands resist the Other Domain?!
Lord Kundi's thoughts were in a tumult, his expression solemn.