I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

In their view, Yan Ziming's bold statement was a bit too reckless. What if the Sequence Level really came?

But Yan Ziming was 100% certain that there was absolutely no Sequence-level being here!

Otherwise, given the power and representativeness of the Sequence-level, wouldn't deploying one or two Sequence-level aircraft be easier, simpler, and more deterrent than sending out more than thirty SSS-level aircraft for deterrence?

"..."

As expected, upon hearing her words, the tyrant hesitated for a moment before slowly saying:

"We are sufficient to convey the meaning between the kings."

Yan Ziming sneered, "I think it's not that they don't want to, but that they dare not!"

"Be bold!"

"You're the ones who dare to be so bold!" Yan Ziming retorted, his voice like thunder, drowning out the lingering echo of the tyrant.

"Don't try to intimidate us. If we don't have them, we don't have them. Do you think you can just let them out now?"

"You—!" The tyrant roared in fury, but it couldn't utter a word.

Yan Ziming is right; there is indeed no one of the Sequence Level present.

The last battle between the mountains and the seas had already set the tone for the world's situation for the next few years. Only a few months have passed, and the Sequence-level beings are not so quick to forget the pain and continue to stir up trouble.

That's why they need so many SSS-level units to help them this time; otherwise, if there aren't enough, the enemy might think they're just there to be delivered to their deaths.

The others were all shocked, never expecting that the formation of more than thirty SSS-level mutated species would actually intimidate her.

Feeling humiliated, the tyrant's tone suddenly became extremely manic, and a dangerous aura emanated from all directions:

"Humans, don't be ungrateful. I admit you have many experts, but if you were to wage a full-scale war against us, could you withstand it?!"

"Heh... I wonder who forced you all to gather together like this, sticking together for warmth?"

"Hmph! This is indeed the will of the kings. If you don't accept it, then go to Africa yourselves!"

There's a trap in those words; you absolutely mustn't fall into it.

Although the Sequence-level beings signed an 'unequal treaty' due to Liu Mengxian's intimidation and could not take action, if humans actively provoked the Sequence-level beings and attacked their lair, then it would be considered that they had violated the rules, and the Sequence-level beings could completely wipe out all the invaders.

Yan Ziming naturally saw through the trap and snorted coldly:

"Your unilateral decision doesn't count; it's as good as saying nothing. If you insist on doing it that way, fine, but it's also possible that we might drop a nuclear bomb there for fun when we're bored, or test some new type of weapon there."

At this point, a murderous glint appeared in Yan Ziming's eyes.

If she could, she even started considering whether it was possible to blow up the entire African continent.

Or perhaps they'll use some super weapon there. Since all the high-ranking mutated species have gathered in one place, they'll naturally have to be cooked together.

The most direct method is for Yan Zimo to personally go to Africa and use the powerful corrosiveness of the waste Xi to turn all the land there into his own territory!

Of course, this is only a temporary solution. She can't do anything if the Sequence-level beings move to a different territory. She can't possibly turn the entire Earth into her territory, can she?

If she were to do that, then it would be her turn to face attacks from all nations.

The atmosphere gradually became heavy.

As things stand, neither side's top combat power—the Soul Heaven and the Sequence-level—will intervene. The only ones controlling the course of events are this group of ninth-tier beings and this group of SSS-level mutated species.

But the gap is still too large...

"Humans, you have never been able to reach that land. It has long been a no-man's-land. Your actions are only causing war for no reason."

The tyrant's eyes had turned bloodshot, and the Reaper's pair of undead bone blades began to rub against each other, producing a chilling clanging sound. The robust and powerful SSS-class 'Kunwu' was breathing deeply and slowly, all of them looking ready to fight.

Yan Ziming refused to budge an inch, saying, "That's our territory too, we just haven't taken it back yet."

boom--

Suddenly, mysterious patterns appeared on the tyrant's bulging muscles as he threw a punch at Yan Zimo. The space in its path shattered like a glass plate, leaving a black mark. The explosive sound wave caused by the violent force didn't catch up until several seconds later.

"..."

"Uh...ah...what happened?" Lansenk was sweating profusely. If he had been attacked like this, he would probably have been crippled if not killed.

The others, especially Mu Mu and Xiao Ze, almost attacked, but stopped after realizing the situation.

The tyrant still held up its enormous fist—which even obscured Yan Ziming's figure—but the penetrating sensation emanating from it forced it to halt its attack.

Yan Ziming tucked the Spear of Victory under her arm and thrust it forward. She turned slightly to the side, remaining as still as a mountain. The tyrant's fist, which was more than ten times larger than her entire body, stopped just in time at the tip of the spear. Its skin had already been pierced, and a little bit of blood flowed out.

Perhaps to it it was just a pore-sized wound, not even a serious injury, but if the tyrant had insisted on hitting it, it would have been in serious trouble, its entire arm would have been instantly destroyed, equivalent to suffering a huge loss.

This was a close call, but ultimately harmless, test of each other's limits.

"Human, I admit you have the right to say this, but you also need to understand that you can't stop it, and it's not like you're without benefits either."

Yan Ziming was of course aware of this matter.

With such a huge disparity in combat power, how can they possibly stop it?

They just weren't willing to grovel and give in to their wishes.

"We will come again tomorrow, and hopefully you will have made up your mind by then."

With a wave of his hand, the tyrant caused the continuous mountain range to recede, as if a mountain range had moved, leaving behind a vast expanse of dust and a desolate scene...

73. Pressure

"Hey... I can't believe something like this happened..."

Si Mo sat atop the Sky City, taking in the entire situation below, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Is that guy about to make another move?

Or have the Sequence-level beings sensed the crisis and begun to make changes?

"Well... it's none of our business. I'd be lucky if a third of all the Sequence-class beings in the world responded to her call..."

Silkworms know far more about the inner workings of mutated species than humans do.

The reason why S-level and above mutant species are in a state of disarray is because they have no sense of crisis and a very strong sense of independence. They always think that "two tigers cannot share one mountain" and roam the land as they please. They have the capital to be powerful.

Even among those at the Sequence level, none can stand each other, and their territorial instincts are stronger than anyone else's. They are the pinnacle existences in this world, and there is no need for them to confine themselves to this corner of the earth.

This is the current situation within the mutated species.

But she wasn't interested in any of those wisps of dust. What she was more interested in was humanity... and how that person would choose to respond?

After more than thirty SSS-level mutated species left, the human leadership urgently convened a life-or-death meeting.

Almost all of humanity's high-ranking officials participated in the meeting at the same time, either through holographic projection or in person. This included the ninth-rank individual who had just confronted the SSS-level individual, as well as leaders and presidents from various countries.

The meeting begins.

"The whole story has been explained to everyone. If you have anything to say or ask, please feel free to say it without any reservations."

Mandala recounted the events verbally and then handed the microphone to the others present.

Immediately, someone asked, "I want to know, why Africa? There are plenty of uninhabited areas; they should have many more options."

"Perhaps it's because that's the most prosperous area, but we still need to think about it carefully..."

"The situation has become very serious. How should we respond?" the President of the United States asked, slamming his fist on the table.

This incident has not been made public yet because its impact is too great.

A group of wild beasts that should have been a disorganized and undisciplined bunch actually began to show signs of coalescing, which was undoubtedly adding insult to injury for humanity, which was already at a disadvantage in the apocalypse.

How to deal with this change has now become the number one problem.

"To be honest, I didn't expect them to be able to integrate so many SSS-level forces at once. This is already comparable to the Sequence-level combat power. If they were to unleash their full potential, even the combined high-end combat power of all humanity would probably be unable to stop them."

Yevgeny rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Over the years, we've been far too lax in our defenses against individuals of S-rank and above, especially those of SSS-rank and above. From now on, once we discover them, we should immediately engage and eliminate them, no matter how far away they are..."

"It's too late to say all this now. They've already developed a collective consciousness, and it's not just SSS-level beings; sequence-level beings are also involved!"

"We should think about how to stop them."

"Yes...how should we organize them...but how should we do it?"

For a moment, the meeting room was filled with an atmosphere of passing the buck; no one had any good ideas, or perhaps no one wanted to put in too much effort to accomplish this difficult task.

Everyone, including the great sage, couldn't help but feel a little downcast.

Odyssey didn't really need to get involved in this, since all their forces were in Crescent City, which was impregnable and unafraid of the threat of mutated species.

But after witnessing the power of the sequence level, they lost much of their confidence.

Moreover, they are members of a community with a shared future for mankind. If they were to withdraw now, there would be no place for them on Earth in the future.

But... if this stalemate continues, it will never end...

"In short, the biggest obstacle is the sequence level, right?" Just then, the Chinese leader spoke up.

He had grown old. During the ten years of the apocalypse, he had not stepped down from his position due to the temporal context and remained in that position. In those short ten years, it seemed as if twenty or thirty years had passed, and his hair was completely white.

However, everyone immediately tensed up and looked at him intently when they heard him speak.

Although not explicitly stated to the world, China is already in a leading position behind the scenes, and they are also the most capable national organization to accomplish this task.

"...Yes, the biggest obstacle is still the sequence level."