"Is South Korea already powerless to deal with that Mutated Slime?"
At the Imperial Capital Spirit Energy Bureau, South Korea's plea for help had been relayed to countries around the world. This was a rare occurrence. After all, that Slime had appeared a long time ago.
Yet before today, South Korea had not requested aid from any country, despite clearly lacking the ability to deal with that First Sequence-level Mutated Slime.
Now—
"Japan's fate probably scared them. They're afraid their own country will end up the same way."
Ye Feng's tone carried a hint of mockery. He could completely understand why South Korea had only thought to seek help today. Japan's fate had clearly made them wary.
Four hundred people, and most of them were top talents from various fields in Japan rather than Executives. This was the choice a nation made when faced with the threat of extinction.
But Japan had such resolve. What about South Korea?
Would those Executives be willing to give others a chance to survive?
They absolutely would not! Even if those people represented the hope of their nation's future.
But Japan had already given them the most accurate number through practical action: four hundred. Four hundred was the only number a First Sequence could guarantee across the ocean.
But how many people in power did this country have?
Was just four hundred enough?
Or rather, with a number as large as four hundred, could a First Sequence truly guarantee their safety?
After all, no matter how powerful a First Sequence was, there were limits. And their First Sequence might not necessarily be stronger than Japan's Feather God.
So, the fewer people there were, the higher their chances of safely leaving the country, weren't they?
But if they truly did that, those with slightly less