For the sake of the current problem, Ji Fengyan didn't speak too harshly. But no one at present was a fool. Ji Fengyan's query had them thinking of their past ugly deeds.
At this moment, none of the rulers were standing proud.
They hated the Divine Temple's deviousness, but failed to consider that they had committed similar crimes.
Those dead Terminators, those innocent pawns, those souls who had departed amid anguished agony… wasn't it all of their doing?
Those Terminators who had fought for them to their last breath and their very last drop of blood—how could they have known that their bodies would be sent to the Ming Workshop after their death, to be used to nourish the World-Termination-Armour. And their children would have to take over the burden of that armour, and continue using it in an endless, vicious cycle.
All the rulers lowered their heads.
They were all accomplices to murder.
