"Human...Human Race?"
Li Qiubai stared in disbelief at the figure that had appeared aboard the ship.
The other party had blocked his attack with ease. Li Qiubai already understood that he was a Ninth Order powerhouse.
He had secretly ordered the intelligent life-form of this Ark Planet to activate the Dark Matter Psionic Cannon and lock onto the other party.
But he had never imagined that the person who appeared aboard the ship would be a member of the Human Race!
"Master, he's a Ninth Order powerhouse from our Human Race!"
Guzha, standing behind Li Qiubai, could barely contain his excitement.
"What's there to get excited about? There's a good chance he's a Soul Servant controlled by the Asura Race. He can hardly be called a member of the Human Race anymore!"
Li Qiubai stared tensely at Lin Feng.
Leaving aside whether any Ninth Order Human Race life-forms had survived in this universe after the war ten thousand years ago,
even if there were, how could a Ninth Order Human Race life-form be piloting an Asura Race Zero-type Spaceship?
So the Ninth Order life-form before him was almost certainly a Soul Servant controlled by the Asura Race.
The reason he hadn't ordered the Dark Matter Psionic Cannon to fire immediately was that he still held on to a sliver of hope.
What if the other party really was a Ninth Order life-form from the Human Race?
"Who are you?"
Li Qiubai stared tensely at Lin Feng.
"Li Qiubai, administrator of 923 Ark Planet?"
Lin Feng didn't answer his question. Instead, he calmly asked one of his own.
"That's right."
Li Qiubai nodded.
The fact that the other party knew his identity gave him a glimmer of hope.
The only ones who knew his identity were the Human Race's higher-ups who