He Jue was somewhat surprised.
Naturally, he recognized this group of S-class superhumans.
After all, during the period after he became a "King," quite a few factions and organizations had sent people to congratulate him. These were all familiar faces.
Only one or two looked less familiar. They had probably been promoted to superhumans later on.
But they were all acquaintances.
They were either from those factions and organizations, or experimental subjects from laboratories. They could be said to have quite a connection to He Jue.
Normally, every one of them treated themselves as gods—the new humans of evolution, more perfect beings who had cast off their base nature.
They had completely excluded themselves from the ranks of ordinary people, looking down from on high upon common folk and the weak.
They were usually more ostentatious than the next, setting countless rules and putting on airs that no one could match.
Yet now, they had run here drenched in sweat, each one abandoning any concern for appearances.
He Jue knew these people's true nature well. For them to be so bedraggled now, had the other party done something to them?
"King He."
Only after arriving did those S-class superhumans learn that He Jue was here as well.
Their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with terror.
Could it be that King He had also been forced here by that person?
If even King He had been coerced by the other party, didn't that mean the other party was stronger than King He?
Wasn't that person also King-class?
Could someone who had only just advanced surpass He Jue, who had been a King for much longer?
What kind of talent was that? Was that person a monster?
No, on closer inspection, King He's complexion was better than theirs. He