The aged voice echoed over Meteor City like rolling thunder.
It carried unquestionable authority and an immense pressure of Nen that would strike terror into any ordinary Nen user.
At that moment, all of Meteor City seemed to fall silent.
Countless scavengers fighting for survival among the mountains of garbage instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky in fear.
That was... an elder's voice!
It was the voice of the Elders' Council, Meteor City's supreme rulers!
The last time the Elders' Council had been this furious was over a decade ago, when the Phantom Troupe had openly challenged their authority here.
Who had provoked these true gods of Meteor City today?
At the foot of the mountain, the Bird-Mask Man and his companions, who had just been about to leave to report what had happened, all dropped to their knees at the sound.
Their faces showed a complicated mixture of reverence and worry.
"It's the Grand Elder..."
The captain murmured to himself.
He knew things had spiraled completely out of control.
Atop Metal Mountain.
Lin Yan stopped.
He turned toward the source of the voice-the deepest reaches of Meteor City.
There, in a region shrouded in even denser gray-black deathly energy.
He could "see" thirteen incredibly powerful Nen Auras awakening.
They were like thirteen slumbering prehistoric beasts.
Each aura was as deep as the sea and as condensed as steel.
The strongest among them, belonging to the one who had just spoken, possessed a quantity and intensity of Nen Aura that rivaled even Silva of the Zoldyck Family, whom he had met at the family's estate.
"The Elders' Council..."
Lin Yan's gaze remained calm.
Their strength did not unsettle him in the slightest.
"I've already taken what I came for."
Lin Yan's voice was