roccoschili Chapter 4972
Chapter 4972
Zhang Yi smiled faintly as he looked at the four powerful figures opposite him.
Gushan stared at him for a few seconds, but ultimately did not press the matter further.
He placed his hand on the cracked armor plate on his chest, and the armor slowly closed, but the heavy injury made his voice deep and hoarse: "A bet is a bet! The Ironclad Clan will keep its promise. However, we will remember this day!"
Gu Shan was not convinced of his defeat. He had lost a battle he thought he was sure to win, and even though he admired Zhang Yi, he was not convinced of the six generations of his clan.
After all, in his view, among six generations, only Zhang Yi was worthy of respect.
"It's good to remember."
Zhang Yi nodded, "I can do that too."
A trembling sound, like a sigh or a laugh, emanated from the high sky: "The wind remembers everything. But today, the wind has changed direction."
Cloba's blood dripped from his jaw onto the grass.
His injuries were the most severe, as he was directly struck by Ling's sword.
If Zhang Yi hadn't deliberately held back and prevented Ling from killing him, these four people would already be corpses.
Unable to continue fighting, he could only mutter:
"The Fang Wolf Clan accepts defeat! But please remember, this is not the end! One day, we will avenge this humiliation!"
With a fierce glint in his eyes, Zhang Yi knew that they would have to contend with this formidable opponent in the future.
He really wanted to kill the thing with a sword, but since there were still many powerful ancient civilizations present, he had to pretend to be a peace-loving person.
"Oh, why are you doing this? Our family has loved peace for six generations and has always valued treating others with kindness. We hope that in the future we can turn hostility into friendship."
Zhang Yi said with a look of regret.
Zhurong, Nashi, and Wuluan tribes: I swear I didn't believe your lies!
Gu Chawen glanced at Zhang Yi and Ling one last time, the dark gold teeth marks in his single eye slowly settling into stillness.
"We will not violate the territory of Huaxu Kingdom, but other territorial issues still need to be discussed."
The wind on the grass sea finally loosened the taut strings a little.
Among the six generations of people, some were sitting on the ground, panting heavily.
Morgan rubbed her eyes hard, trying to force back the stinging sensation.
King Arthur held his sword steady, and the heartbeat in his breastplate slowly shifted from the war drum back to the military drum.
Orib whispered a prayer, and the cross drew a tiny arc in the air.
Everyone's eyes were brimming with tears of excitement and exhilaration!
Six generations of them regained their dignity thanks to Zhang Yi!
At least now, they are no longer prey in the eyes of the alien race.
The way everyone looked at Zhang Yi was one of reverence, as if he were a god!
That is the hope of all mankind!
Zhang Yi turned to them and said in a gentle tone, "I'm sorry to have made you all anxious. The meeting continues, and so do we—now we can discuss the other terms."
After the four main ethnic groups targeting Huaxu Kingdom shut up, Huaxu Kingdom's territory was secured.
Ling returned to his side and stood quietly, not returning to the alternate dimension; this was a form of intimidation towards others.
No one doubted her origins anymore, and no one dared to question her.
Because the answer has already been given to them.
The combined oppression of the four races was countered and suppressed; their overwhelmingly powerful actions inspired awe.
All eyes of the various races around the hall returned to the round table in the center.
The noise subsided, and the voices of the deliberators gradually rose.
The wind was still blowing, blowing over the grass, over the armor plates, and over the invisible curtain of swords.
The sky over the Australian continent remained overcast, like a huge iron lid pressing down on everyone's heads.
A long, oppressive, and chilling gray that makes your heart race.
The aftershocks of the battle still linger on the vast grasslands—scorch marks, collapsed ground, and ripples in the torn air.
The residual energy in the air still rubbed against each other, occasionally splashing up tiny blue-white sparks, as if reminding all onlookers that what had just happened here was a battle that could rewrite the fate of contemporary humanity.