As Guli spoke, he looked at Descartes with utter disdain, then swept his gaze around, his eyes filled with respect for the Level Sevens nearby.
The surrounding Level Sevens sensed Guli's gaze and immediately snorted. An inexplicable pressure descended upon Descartes.
An ordinary Level Six would find it difficult to endure the aura of a Level Seven. Descartes, as a Level Six, could withstand it, but with so many Level Sevens releasing their pressure at once, he was beginning to buckle.
"You..." Descartes glanced at the surrounding Level Sevens. Most of them came from higher races.
It was rare for lower races to produce Level Seven existences. Even when they did, their combat power was relatively weak, and they were of no real use.
"Kid, I've heard of your deeds. You still lack the qualifications to overthrow the Seed system!"
A Level Seven Starseed spoke. Black mist swirled around its body, and its black eyes fixed on Descartes, exerting endless pressure that made blood flow from his nose and mouth.
"After all, he is a Son of Destiny. Don't go too far," an orc said. Its Level Seven aura canceled out the Starseed's pressure before it walked over to Descartes.
"Hmph, who doesn't have a few Sons of Destiny?"
"Only those who grow up are true Sons of Destiny. Before they mature, they are nothing!"
The Level Seven Starseed snorted and led the main force toward Shicheng's teleportation passage.
At the same time, in different parts of the treasure land, numerous Level Sevens emerged from the Land of Filth's teleportation passages. Just as some creatures from the Land of Filth reached the Earth passage, they were suddenly intercepted.
"Sorry, this place belongs to Mishar now."
A Level Seven Gene Warrior from Mishar floated in the air, glaring coldly at the