Thinking of this, Yang Fei couldn't help but clench his fists and silently made up his mind.
Only by eliminating the Doomsday Goddess in this apocalypse world can the arrival of the apocalypse in that time and space be avoided.
Otherwise, the Yinxue Tower would be the first to fall, and all of Yang Fei's friends would die, including Lin Xueyi, his beloved woman.
Milan looked at Yang Fei with a peculiar expression and smiled.
"These things happened seven years ago."
"Now the Doomsday Tribunal, under the banner of saving the apocalypse, established the Dark Realm, fighting against the Federal Government, with war raging for years."
"At present, the most important thing for us is how to rescue the Duke of Southern Road."
Yang Fei nodded, observing the continuous military camps, and came up with an idea.
"What do you think, if we start a fire here, what would happen?"
Upon hearing this, Milan's eyes lit up: "You're suggesting a fire attack? That's indeed an option."
