In fact, before coming here, the Shadow Merchant had vaguely revealed the special nature of this level-three civilization to the two of them.
Otherwise, the two of them would not have come personally.
After all, ascended species of this level generally would not be willing to lower themselves by accepting an invitation from a level-three civilization.
Coming in person was itself an act of lowering their status.
Although they had expected something unusual, they were still stunned after witnessing the abnormality of these "Disaster Warriors" with their own eyes.
This was completely unlike the performance of ordinary species that could barely touch the fourth tier.
Rather, it was the evolution of a mature, one could even say top-tier, fourth-tier species—apart from lacking ascension technology and ascension talents.
The three ascended beings floated beyond this starfield, yet their senses seemed to be forcibly drawn inside by something invisible.
They were no longer observers looking down from above. Instead, they felt like they had accidentally entered a savage and dangerous giant-beast breeding ground.
Throughout the invisible ocean of information around them, countless powerful, chaotic, and aggressive "auras" permeated the area.
These auras were not simple energy fluctuations. They were complex fields that combined the predatory instincts of living creatures, the cold logic of machines, and a greedy curiosity that regarded all things as toys.
The aura surged toward them like something tangible, carrying a primitive, unrestrained pressure.
Even they felt a faint shudder from the instincts of life—a sensation they had not experienced in a long time.
It was the natural vigilance of a living creature facing an unknown abyss and a potential predator of a higher order.
They exchanged glances, both reading the same shock and gravity in each other's mental fluctuations:
What this "level-three civilization" had incubated was a group