The Doomsday of the Alien Races, a War for Profit!

Tian Yuan Territory, Hope City.

"All the bustle under heaven is for profit; all the hustle under heaven is for gain."

"Sure enough, the mountain rain is coming, and the wind fills the tower."

Chen Shen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the few dark rain clouds drifting in from afar.

"The alien races' final desperate struggle is bound to fail. The Three Great Territories have joined forces to send troops this time precisely to suppress every last one of them in a single strike, completely changing the balance between enemies and allies in the wasteland and giving humanity room to develop in peace."

"We only have this final six-month buffer period. Once the aliens' last surviving forces are dead, the next step..."

"The brutal struggle of the big fish devouring the small fish will truly begin!"

This was the highest point in all of Hope City—the rooftop of the Kuanfeng Energy Engine building, one of the four major corporations.

Standing atop the sixteen-story building, one could see all of Hope City from afar.

"The Three Great Territories have mobilized nearly two million troops and already surrounded the last remnants of the Celestial God Race. The outcome really is predetermined."

A man in ordinary athletic wear, a baseball cap, and oversized sunglasses slowly walked out from behind him.

"But you should understand that once we place all our chips on Su Youzong, all the disguises and contingency plans we prepared before will soon lose their effectiveness, exposing our weakness completely to our enemies."

"This move is too dangerous!"

As he spoke, the man slowly removed his cap and sunglasses.

Beneath the disguises was a slightly weathered face, its features seeming to have been carved by a knife.

If Feng Long had been there, he certainly would not