"It might not necessarily be high-star Fog Corpses," Mo Jiao sneered coldly.
Having discovered that this world had become a breeding ground for the Terminal, he was willing to speculate with the greatest malice, "Maybe the apocalypse and the Fog Corpses were created by it?"
After all, the Terminal feeds on the emotions of its food.
The Terminal had been managing Mist Continent for seventy years and already had a well-established automated breeding system.
The Terminal's food would even raise itself well for its ultimate purpose.
Only when their strength increased would they be brought to the Terminal's dining table.
"Fog Corpses consume humans, and the Terminal consumes humans too," Xiao Jinsheng nodded in agreement, "This would make sense."
If the existence of Fog Corpses was indeed related to the Terminal,
Xiao Jinsheng felt immense pressure.
This would mean that the enemy they were facing had become even more formidable.
Bai Yan, Insect Brain.
The Terminal.
