noffsinger Chapter 4981
Chapter 4981
Bai Longzi possesses exceptional talent, and given that he has been personally nurtured by Fuxi for many years, it is not surprising that he is incredibly powerful.
Bai Longzi Yuanmo's hand was still resting on Mengqi's neck.
He did not kill Monchi.
However, Monkey's entire supernatural field was shrinking at a visible rate.
His abyssal suppression, that ocean-like domain power, was as if it were being squeezed into a ball by an invisible hand, then into a point, and then pressed into his body.
From the scene, it looks like someone has forcibly stuffed a whole ocean into a single drop of water.
Bai Longzi then spoke, his tone still calm:
"listen."
"The end of an era is not the end of the world."
"The end of an era is the beginning of a selection mechanism."
"Who stays, who gets purged, who gets cleansed, who gets recycled... it's not up to you little tribes to decide."
He looked at the representatives of all the ancient civilizations and races.
"It's determined by that batch of products."
"The Druckers, they're coming back soon."
He slightly raised his chin, gesturing to his surroundings:
"If you continue to fight each other here, and continue to think about using each other as resources or spoils of war..."
"Then soon, they won't even have the qualifications to be selected."
"Because in the eyes of a more advanced civilization, you can't even touch the edge of a sieve!"
There was dead silence.
The two supreme beings of the Dragon Clan descended, and with just a slight move from the White Dragon Prince, the powerful Abyss Clan member, Meng Qi, was bound like a dead dog.
This strength instilled awe in everyone present.
At the same time, the way they looked at Zhang Yi and the others began to change.
Some of the representatives of the alien races suddenly realized and murmured, "No wonder this guy called Chaos is so confident, even daring to bring out the remains of the Sword Knight. It turns out he has a powerful backer!"
Now everyone understands that Zhang Yi has been tacitly accepted by the Dragon Clan as one of their own factions.
Representatives of many races made a decision in their hearts: they must never easily provoke a conflict with the Huaxu Kingdom, represented by Zhang Yi, in the future.
After all, challenging the will of the dragon race is tantamount to courting death.
Many racial representatives quickly changed their stance, their faces becoming solemn and silent.
They didn't back down.
Instead, they are weighing whether it is worth continuing this current struggle.
The answer is obvious: It's not worth it.
Survival is what matters.
The Abyss Clan's Monchi was released by the White Dragon Prince, and he was suspended in mid-air again, his body still trembling slightly.
His expression didn't get out of control, but a rare gloom finally appeared deep in his eyes.
He stared at Zhang Yi for a moment, his gaze calm and focused, as if he were reassessing the value of this "sixth-generation human".
Then he didn't continue with his threats. He simply withdrew that deep-sea-like pressure and remained silent.
After being stared at by Monchi's cold gaze, Zhang Yi's heart couldn't help but pound.
It seems he has thoroughly offended this powerful member of the Abyss Clan.
Monchi will blame Zhang Yi for the humiliation Bai Longzi caused him.
But Zhang Yi had nothing to regret. After all, it was Meng Qi who flew the dragon first and got the upper hand. Now that he was being slapped in the face by Bai Longzi, he deserved it.
The Nightmare Clan member, Yi Nian, was still kneeling on the ground, the black mist trembling.
His mental state was trying to restart, but each time Ling's gaze pushed him back to square one.
His teeth were grinding together, clearly from an unprecedented sense of humiliation.
Someone chuckled softly, their schadenfreude undisguised.
"Remember this? The remains of the Sword Knight are not for you to touch."
Ling then slowly turned her head and withdrew her gaze.
Suddenly, he gasped for breath, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, looking like a drowning person being pulled out of an abyss.
He didn't continue to clamor for "research," but simply gave Zhang Yi a deep, complex look.
That look wasn't just simple hatred, but a cold assessment.
His eyes seemed to say:
You, a sixth-generation human, have obtained such great power, but it does not belong to you! It will bring you disaster.