Negotiation?
At those words, Daoist Wang's thoughts began to race.
The Brain-Eating Worms had been discovered, the Blade Beasts' plan to monitor humanity had failed, and the worms had been confirmed to possess a communication system. That made Black Storm—the ordinary combat identity he used—the first discoverer of the Brain-Eating Worms and an easy target for the Blade Beasts.
That thing hadn't been infected by a Brain-Eating Worm...
But it couldn't be ruled out that the Blade Beasts had some special means of locking onto a living being.
A cold smile curled at Daoist Wang's lips.
They still want to negotiate... Do these wretches really think humanity has no Great Cultivators?
"What is it? The Blade Beasts came to negotiate?"
Ling Tong softly asked as she watched Wang Jixuan's expression.
"Everyone, get ready!"
Wang Jixuan's voice immediately put the few people playing nearby on edge.
"I'm afraid the visitors mean no good."
At the same time;
About ten-plus kilometers from the military camp, inside a sand-diving transport vehicle on a dune somewhere in the Sari Desert.
The culprit controlling the soldier on duty was currently drenched in sweat.
A man and a woman sat in the vehicle's control compartment. The man wore a pressure-cooker-shaped amplifier and nothing but boxer briefs. His muscular body was covered in scars and tattoos, while sweat continuously dripped into the basin at his feet.
The beautiful young woman beside him, with fair skin and an elegant demeanor, tenderly wiped the sweat from his body.
She quietly asked, "Senior, have the military's Half-Human Mechs still not come out?"
"Mm," the man said in a low voice. "Jiajia, don't worry. They should have their own concerns too."
Ding Jiajia sighed. "Your ability can't last too long. Once you pass the threshold, it'll harm you... What concerns