Hundreds of Eighth-Tier Beast Kings

Hundreds of Eighth-Tier Beast Kings?!

And beings who had touched an even higher realm?!

This news was like mountain after mountain crashing down upon everyone's hearts, leaving them almost unable to breathe!

They had thought that through the efforts of Peak Martial Arts Hall and the major factions, humanity had barely managed to achieve a certain balance with the Mutated Beasts.

Yet they had never expected that this so-called "balance" was merely an illusion deliberately created by the Mutated Beasts! Their true strength far exceeded humanity's imagination!

"It's over... It's all over..."

"Hundreds of Eighth-Tier Beast Kings... How are we supposed to fight that?"

"No wonder the Beast God Cult dared to be so arrogant... So there really is such terrifying power behind them!"

"How about... we surrender too? Staying alive is what matters most..."

Despair spread through the Conference Hall like a plague. Some weak-willed people even began quietly uttering the word "surrender."

"Bullshit!"

A hot-tempered Seventh-Tier martial general slammed his palm against the table, rose to his feet, and glared furiously at those who had spoken the word "surrender."

"Spineless cowards! Do you still deserve to call yourselves martial artists?! No matter how strong the enemy is, death is the worst that can happen! I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"That's right! We'd rather die than surrender!"

"Let's fight them!"

"The human race shall not be humiliated!"

Those resolute powerhouses whose fighting spirit had not yet died all voiced their agreement, their eyes blazing with determined battle intent.

Ye Lingyun looked at the chaotic scene below. There was despair, rage, fear, and defiance. He slowly raised a hand and pressed it downward, signaling for everyone to quiet down.

"Everyone, please remain calm."

His voice seemed to carry a power that soothed hearts, and the noisy