Silence engulfed the rooftop. The watch on the leader of Team One's wrist trembled slightly, much like his violently fluctuating inner turmoil.
"Would you prefer us to systematically utilize Xinhu's resources to rebuild Hanhai, or would you rather see other Blood Cities carve up Xinhu?" Gao Ming spoke with a voice laden with oppressive might, even without employing any abilities related to Dream Ghosts.
After a long while, the leader of Team One finally raised his head: "What use are those living people in Xinhu to you? What resources do they constitute? If you plan to use their suffering, negative emotions, and lives as sacrifices to create Dream Ghosts, then how are you different from the Ghost Gods of other Blood Cities?"
