Chapter 2538 Our Ace 2

Su Nian flicked her still-bleeding claws, lazily surveying the human seats, her voice like a scraper rubbing against sheet metal.

"Is there anything stronger? If not, let's not waste everyone's time. Let's join forces and clear out six generations in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!"

Benjamin Morgan gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, but he still managed to keep his tone even: "We still have one person who hasn't arrived yet. His codename is 'Chaos,' and he's the most powerful sixth-generation human among us!"

"Oh?"

Su Nian leaned forward slightly, the shadow of the wolf's head covering half of her face.

"The 'strongest' of the sixth generation of humans? It sounds like a dream you don't want to wake up from. In dreams, there are always saviors, but when you wake up, you're still bitten to pieces."

King Arthur's gaze darkened: "Just because you've sharpened your teeth doesn't mean you've seen everything."

Saladin said in a deep voice, "Didn't you keep saying you wanted to negotiate before we came? If you're so impatient to take action, why did you agree in the first place?"

"The negotiations were certainly real."

Su Nian spread out her fingers, "But we need to clear out the noise first. Without you guys at the table—it's much cleaner to talk about."

"The protagonists of this negotiation are us! The myriad races that ruled this land in ancient times!"

He glanced at Saladin, Morgan, King Arthur, and others with a cold smile.

"What are six generations? You've only existed for a million years, and you've never truly been kings. In contrast, our era of dominance over the world has suppressed even those other beings!"

Upon hearing this, many of the alien races began to look at him strangely.

Throughout countless eras and for far too long, they have fought against the Druckers.

The monsters created by the Creator require countless patches to suppress.

Unfortunately, in the end, they all failed.

The air in the human seats was tense to the extreme; a single thought was enough to suppress them, making it difficult for them to utter a word.

Their strength is undeniable; even Morana lost, so they wouldn't dare to fight Su Nian.

Moreover, there are quite a few powerful alien beings of Su Nian's caliber present!

At this moment, the representative of the Thousand Hands Clan, who was on friendly terms with the Sixth Generation Human Clan, spoke up: "If we can avoid fighting, then we shouldn't fight. Today's discussion should not be conducted in blood."

"You don't have any sympathy for this weak race, do you? That's not the mindset of a strong person."

Su Nian curled the corners of her lips and said sarcastically.

Morana stepped behind the physician, her severed arm temporarily frozen. She raised her eyes and said coldly:

"When chaos arrives, you won't talk like this."

“I’m looking forward to it.” Su Nian shrugged, a disdainful sneer on her face. “I hope he can make me take it a little more seriously.”

Morgan's heart pounded as he listened to the undisguised snickers from the alien group.

He understood just how fragile those two words they were betting on were.

Morana was torn apart in one bite. Can Chaos really stabilize the situation?

Or will it be another, even more devastating annihilation? In that case, the confidence of the entire sixth generation of humanity will likely be shattered!

The Celestial Clan's aura created a gentle vibration in everyone's ears: "This wind direction is meaningless. We shouldn't waste our time on unimportant races."

Gu Shan of the Ironclad Clan also emitted a heavy hum: "The cleanup process, of course, should be completed as quickly as possible. After we've cleaned up six generations of humans, we also have other issues to deal with."

The World Tree Clan's branches drooped, its leaves folding into a pair of closed eyes: "Forests that have decayed and fallen should be felled to make way for new trees. And the ashes of the old ones are the nourishment for the new ones."

At the very moment that mockery descended, the sea suddenly darkened, as if sunlight had been gently drawn through an invisible curtain.

Then, the curtain was cut in half.

A black slit appeared in the void, neither emitting light nor casting a shadow, simply existing silently.

It wasn't a door, yet everyone's intuition simultaneously told them—an invisible door had been opened.

The black seam stretches out into an ellipse along the geometrically optimal lines, with three thousand cold, translucent petals delicately blooming along its edges, like three thousand tiny mirrors, slowly rotating.

You can't see anything inside each petal; you can only feel their depth—like a person standing on the beach suddenly putting their feet into a galaxy.

"The gateway to another dimension?"

The cloud pillar of the Celestial Clan trembled slightly.

"I didn't even notice the spatial fluctuations. The person who came here has reached an extremely high level of spatial control!"

Gu Shan's shoulder armor tucked in, a hint of unconscious caution flashing behind his heavy eye sockets.

The next moment, a black alloy combat boot stepped out from the door, making a soft "tap" sound as it stepped on the air!

A dark figure appeared, clad in armor so dark it could devour light, a ferocious and intimidating sight, emerging from the dimensional gate.

That was an armor whose entire structure was designed to end life—the Armor of the Ending Demon God.

The dark patterns on the armor's surface resembled peeling marks formed by countless layers of history, with wisps of black mist breathing slowly in the gaps, like wind drawn from some colder, deeper place.

His sudden appearance in the somber atmosphere of the meeting drew everyone's attention.

Some people are wondering who he is.

However, the powerful sense of oppression emanating from the other party made some warriors from ancient civilizations feel a heaviness in their hearts.

In the human seats, everyone's gaze was drawn to it like a tide.

Some people stood up abruptly, while others instinctively pressed their hands to their chests.

Morgan gripped the edge of the chair with both hands, his knuckles making a cracking sound.

Exclamations of surprise and delight rang out from them: "Chaos! You've finally arrived!"

Upon seeing Zhang Yi appear, everyone's eyes burned with fervor, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.

Right now, they didn't have time to worry about why Zhang Yi arrived so late. They desperately needed someone to lead them and help them maintain order.

Upon hearing the six generations' description of the black-armored man, the alien races suddenly understood.

"This is the strongest of six generations?"

“I’ve heard some of his stories, and he seems to have performed well among the six generations of humans. But to call him a hope is a bit of an exaggeration.”

Their impression of Zhang Yi was based on his last large-scale public action—his visit to the Celestial Palace in Fremont.

The subsequent explorations were all conducted in private and were therefore unknown to the outside world.

Su Nian narrowed her eyes, her cold gaze fixed on Zhang Yi who had just appeared.

"This guy, he looks a bit more pleasing to the eye than the rest of you."

Zhang Yi appeared at the venue.

Deep within the left eye, an ancient clock face gently floats up, its second hand slowly turning a notch as if waking up in the sea breeze; within the right eye, a vortex of space is spinning.

He had observed all the alien races around him. Those ancient and powerful beings forced him to maintain his strongest state at all times, otherwise he would find it difficult to deal with them.