Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Chapter 4960

"There won't be that 'what if' scenario."

Zhang Yi's voice was gentle, "Leave everything to me!"

I, Zhang Yi, never make mistakes. I value my own life above all else, so there's no need to doubt that I will perish.

Morgan took a deep breath: "Then we'll go with your pace!"

If Zhang Yi loses, other countries will also be at a disadvantage in territorial negotiations.

However, they cannot blame Zhang Yi. At this time, Zhang Yi seemed to have a choice, but in reality, apart from fighting, he had no choice but to give up the territory.

Perhaps from beginning to end, they had no choice but to move forward in this negotiation!

King Arthur, sword in hand, bowed to him: "Once foreign aid is permitted, I will act immediately, regardless of the cost!"

Even knowing he was no match for a knight-level opponent, he would still do everything in his power to rescue Zhang Yi.

Orib nodded slightly, the swastika drawing a simple arc on his chest: "May God be with you, and protect you in your invincible battles!"

Zhang Yi turned around, as if gently closing a door.

He raised his hand, his fingers empty, yet it was as if he were holding an invisible string.

His voice regained its usual calm and even tone:

"You four, since you believe that six generations can only be used as a seed of life, then you'll have to get past me first!"

Gu Shan nodded emphatically: "Remember every word you said."

Guchawen replied in a deep voice, "We will keep our promise and decide the ownership of the territory in this battle!"

The waves crashed against the edge of the platform, splashing up white salt that shattered into countless tiny sparkles in the sunlight.

All eyes of all races converged once more, and the air seemed to be slowly tightened by an invisible hand.

Zhang Yi and the powerful figures from the four clans left the venue and arrived at the vast grassland, where the surrounding land stretched for thousands of miles and the view was wide open.

In the air above the Australian grasslands, Zhang Yi, clad in the jet-black Armor of the End Demon God, was completely enveloped by a transparent aura of the myriad phenomena of the universe.

The four powerful clans opposite them formed an arc.

The auras of the four powerful clans converged slowly towards the center, like four walls falling from the sky.

Croba of the Fang Wolf Clan was tall and slender, with a cold glint in his wolf head and a flowing dark pattern beneath his back muscles, like lurking folds in space.

The Ironclad Clan's Gushan armor is covered with overlapping plates, black iron and dark silver stitched together, the shoulder armor raised like a mountain ridge, each step creating a subtle tremor.

The Sky Clan's Void has no fixed form; it is merely a transparent vortex that reaches the heavens, with static-filled flames hanging from its edges, and clouds and thunderous intent floating within.

Guchawen of the Titan race has a single eye as clear as a still lake, with a ring of dark gold markings around its eye socket—the markings of the "tooth of time."

The wind was a bit chilly before the battle began.

Croba laughed first, revealing his jagged fangs: "The strongest of the sixth generation, you actually dare to attempt to take on four at once? Your guts are thicker than your armor! If you kneel down now, I'll make sure you die a clean death!"

Gushan's voice echoed like two pieces of iron colliding in the canyon: "Leave your name here. When we cross this grassland, we'll need a stepping stone."

Zhang Yi looked at them, his eyes calm and indifferent, as if he were looking at four ants.

"Are you afraid of me? It's ridiculous to provoke me in such a clumsy way!"

Croba snorted coldly: "Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!"

"let's start."

Guchawen spoke emotionlessly, his single eye slowly glowing, "Time waits for no race. Deal with them as soon as possible, then divide up their land!"

The empty column of air expanded outward by half an inch, and the wind pressure instantly dropped by half a level, causing the grassy sea to droop.

The auras of the four powerful figures pressed down like mountains, making the air so stuffy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Representatives from all races and from six generations of various countries stared intently at the battlefield, afraid of missing any part of the battle.

"Then come on!"

Zhang Yi looked up, and the dial of his left eye quietly appeared in his iris, the second hand gently ticking.

The second hand of time predicts everything within five seconds of the future.