Under the Wood Clone's astonished gaze, Zhang Ruochan and the other eleven council members almost simultaneously raised their arms slightly, clenched their fists, and slammed them heavily against their chests.
The dull impacts echoed through the room like war drums before battle, and a solemn air suddenly spread through the conference room.
Unable to help himself, the Wood Clone, who had been somewhat unconcerned until then, began to take things seriously.
Bang...
Accompanied by an even more violent impact, everyone in the conference room raised their right hands at the same time and struck their chests forcefully. Their expressions were nearly identical, all solemn and grave.
"Gentlemen, for freedom!"
"For freedom!"
As the oath rang out as though it were about to pierce the heavens, resolute expressions appeared on everyone's faces.
Seeing this, a strange glint flashed in the Wood Clone's eyes. In his perception, he could barely sense any perfunctory sentiment. There was only pure conviction and determination.
Perhaps in ordinary times, everyone competed with one another. Just as the Beautiful Special District had always wanted to replace Dragon Glory and become the Federation's strongest region. But when facing foreign enemies, everyone stood utterly united.
No matter how humans fought among themselves, that was humanity's own affair. But outsiders trying to interfere were absolutely unacceptable!
Perhaps it was precisely this belief that allowed humanity to endure like wild grass that could never be burned away, springing back to life whenever the spring breeze blew.
"This is humanity—the true spirit of all creation!"
Looking at the resolute Federation higher-ups, the Wood Clone could not help but feel emotional as he stared blankly ahead.
For some reason, a strange thought suddenly arose in the Wood Clone's mind.
Perhaps those so-called gods targeted humanity because they feared humans, or perhaps because they