Follow-up

Mo Jiawei looked at Fang Heng with a bitter face. "Great, that won't work either."

"Okay, I got it." Fang Heng nodded.

He admitted that he couldn't do something like a mass extinction of the human race.

It seemed that the key to breaking the situation was still in the high-tier worlds.

The blood of ordinary people in low-tier worlds contained too little power. It would be better to go to a higher-tier world and slaughter a holy court priest than to drain the blood of ten million people.

The matter of entering a higher-tier world had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

"Hayez, study the coffin first. I'll think of a way to get the blood."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Fang Heng looked at Mo Jiawei and said, "It's almost time. Let's go back and take a look."

"Okay." Mo Jiawei also nodded and left a sleeping bag on the spot.

...

On a private plane, Fang Heng got out of the game cabin and stretched.