"What did you say?" AmbriO's expression froze the moment he heard Xiao Ran's words. Somewhat incredulously, he said, "You called me trash? A thousand, ten thousand, even a million would make no difference? Heh... Hahahaha... Are you joking? Hahahaha."
As he spoke, AmbriO covered his face and burst into wild laughter, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. Still laughing, he said, "I never expected the famous Xiao Ran to be someone who loved telling jokes so much. Hahahaha, you really amused me. If you think there's no difference, then come and try it! Come and try!"
It was not just AmbriO. Even those on Xiao Ran's side, those who had witnessed his terrifying attacks, wondered whether his anger had gone to his head and made him speak without thinking. They had originally estimated that AmbriO could exist as no more than five bodies and clones at once, but the number of AmbriOs now before them had truly frightened them. It did not merely exceed their expectations—it far surpassed their imagination.
The densely packed AmbriOs could probably never be dealt with, even if they stood still and let everyone kill them. With their ability to respawn endlessly, they could slaughter them here for a lifetime and still not finish them all. At that moment, everyone present truly understood the terror that a god could bring.
Yet there was no expression on Xiao Ran's face. His eyes held nothing but endless calm, but calm taken to its limit became indifference—an indifference utterly unaffected by anything in the Outside World.
Inside his mech, Basak looked pityingly at one of the countless Black Mechas—the one everyone had previously regarded as being piloted by AmbriO's true body. He said quietly, "This guy is really asking to die. He's got