Everyone frowned. They had never even heard of the Pureblood Human Race, much less the Mechanical Race.
Pan King Zhou, however, brightened. "So you belong to that Mechanical Race. I heard the Pureblood Human Race had gone extinct, and the Mechanical Race had vanished into the long river of history. I never imagined any of your people still remained."
Star River Number Seven laughed heartily. "Those are just false rumors. Didn't you know that Pureblood Humans ascended during the last few advancements to the Heavenly Dao Realm?"
"Although there aren't many of us left in the Mechanical Race, we still have a fair number."
"Our strength is decent. Although we've lost some things, at least we've developed souls. That's a good beginning."
If the Demon Emperor had been here, he would have been thrilled beyond measure.
He had vast numbers of Mechanical Race warriors at his disposal, but those warriors had not developed souls. Most existed in the form of Mechanical Puppets.
Yet they were different from the vast majority of Mechanical Puppets, a deeply contradictory phenomenon.
If he saw members of the Mechanical Race who could develop souls,
it would certainly open his eyes.
Pan King Zhou nodded. "I see. With your strength, you truly deserve a first-generation Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon."
"I hope our alliance will be even stronger from now on."
King Pan had already accorded him exceptional courtesy.
Moreover, he had demonstrated his sincerity. Refraining from competing for this Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon was already a concession on his part.
Star River Number Seven nodded. "In my hands, this Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon will certainly unleash tremendous power."
"From now on, I'll contribute the points I earn to everyone."
He knew his own limits well.
If he really took the weapon and ran, these people would risk their lives