This was difficult for Wang Yi to accept. He felt like he had been cursed.
It was so strange that something that should have existed in another world had appeared in this world.
This made Wang Yi suspicious. An extremely ridiculous thought suddenly rose in his mind.
Was the Yang God Race from Earth?
Wang Yi could not help but think so. Besides, it was not impossible. After all, that was a language and culture that belonged to Planet Earth alone. It was impossible to explain why such a phrase had suddenly appeared here.
Now, Wang Yi felt like he was caught between a rock and a hard place. If the Yang God Race was really from Earth, where should he go?
It was clearly no longer realistic for him to mercilessly slaughter the Yang God Race.
He had no relatives, no family, and no good material life in that world.
However, that was where he was born and raised after all. Wang Yi was like a fallen leaf, and Planet Earth was his root.