In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

Chapter 2558 Mediation 2

Zhang Yi took a breath. He had thought that he had a basic understanding of Bai Longzi's strength.

But now it seems that his imagination is still somewhat lacking.

He even whispered something, his voice unusually solemn:

"...So strong."

Hei Longyuan heard this, turned his head to look at him, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

That bend wasn't a mockery.

It's almost like a form of recognition.

However, Zhang Yi soon realized that it was not surprising that Bai Longzi was strong enough.

Because of the Dragon Clan, there exists a Fuxi. He is an immortal being who has lived from the previous era to the present, possessing boundless wisdom.

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.

The atmosphere in the venue was completely dominated by the dragons.

This kind of suppression truly redefines the boundaries of power.

With the dragons' suppression, the parties quickly reached a preliminary consensus in amicable terms at the following meeting.

First, the territory of Huaxu Kingdom cannot be divided, because it is also the territory of the Dragon Clan.

Secondly, Ling should not be coveted; her sovereignty rests with Zhang Yi.

Third, the Dragon Clan has clearly intervened in the contemporary political landscape and openly taken sides.

Fourth, all races should temporarily set aside their disputes. Territorial allocation can be discussed in detail, but large-scale war should be avoided. This is because their true enemy in the future is not the sixth generation of humans, but the Druk gods.

Although the sixth generation of humans knew very well that with the emergence of all races, there would inevitably be friction in the future.

But at the very least, the sixth generation of humans will not be the first to be wiped out by all races.

Therefore, the representatives of various countries and forces finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yi stood there, took a deep breath, and looked at Hei Longyuan Jing and Bai Longzi Yuanmo.

"Thank you both! I, Zhang Yi, and the entire Huaxu Kingdom will never forget the kindness of the Dragon Clan!"

He said it very seriously.

Bai Longzi merely glanced at him and replied indifferently, "No need to thank me."

"One day, all of this will have to be paid back."

Zhang Yi's smile was somewhat helpless; Bai Longzi was as stubborn as ever, but soft-hearted as ever.

"If the Dragon Clan gives any orders, I will do my utmost!"

Zhang Yi didn't mind being snubbed; after all, the other party had the upper hand.

Heilongyuan Jing added in a low voice, which sounded like an echo from the depths of the earth:

“Zhang Yi, the Huaxu Kingdom is now qualified to sit at the table of all races. Although it can only be considered a bottom-tier country, at least it has some ability to protect itself.”

"The dragons cannot protect you forever."

"Next, it depends on how long you can hold on. The longer you can hold on, the longer you will live."

"If you can't hold on—that's another matter."

Zhang Yi was somewhat surprised, "The Dragon Clan has already openly supported our Huaxu Kingdom, so who would dare to defy your will?"

The black dragon gave him a deep look and warned, "The dragon race is not invincible. For more than four billion years, countless ancient civilizations and races have been lying dormant."

“There are some exceptionally powerful races, no less so than the dragons, who simply disdain attending meetings of this level and therefore have not shown up. But behind some of the lesser races, there must be their involvement.”

"They were also observing everything from the shadows."