Primeval War!

When Li Yao spoke that sentence, his soul seemed to be completely controlled by the soundwave, and even his countenance was as gloomy as the face of the warrior of the Pangu Clan.

The short sentence was like a bucket of freezing water that poured on Sparkle. Everybody's heart and head were cold.

There was no sound inside Sparkle, except for the magical equipment being maintained.

Staring at Li Yao, Professor Mo Xuan hesitated. "Are—are you sure?"

Before Li Yao replied, he waved his hands heavily. "Never mind. Based on everything we've seen, the basic meaning of the sentence must be quite accurate.

"There is too much information in the sentence. After all, the maintenance of the spiritual shield and the examination of power rune arrays will both take some time. I suggest we calm ourselves down for ten minutes and sort through the mess. We'll come back and discuss the issue in ten minutes. How does that sound?"