Where is the Wu tribe?

This was the question that everyone present was most concerned about.

This race, who had envisioned the apocalypse unfolding, wanted to see it for themselves.

Upon hearing this, Han Ling turned to look to the side and said in a deep voice:

"Come out, how long are you going to hide?"

Following Han Ling's gaze, everyone looked at the empty space in mid-air, wondering who Han Ling was talking to.

Only intelligent races skilled in mental power guessed that the Wu race was hiding in the mental power plane.

Sure enough, the next second, air vibrations came from mid-air, and ripples appeared in mid-air, distorting space.

“We are the Wu clan, and we can vouch for what you just said.”

Several figures suddenly appeared in the distorted mid-air, and a familiar voice came from them. The newcomer was Li Xun of the Wu tribe.

The 12 contestants from the Wu tribe walked out of the spatial teleportation channel one by one.

When the other intelligent races saw that there really were people from the Wu tribe, they all lowered their voices and began to discuss it with those around them.

—There really is a Wu tribe.

—It turns out it wasn't just random talk; someone has claimed the source of this statement.

—That's right. If the science and technology city investigates and finds the culprit, it won't have anything to do with us.

—Now that we've ruined the Science and Technology City Conference, if the story is false, it'll be hard to back down.

The surrounding intelligent races largely believed that the end of the world was coming.

Han Ling overheard the conversations around him and knew that they were still in a state of doubt and were somewhat panicked about offending the Science and Technology City.

If other intelligent races also enjoy the advanced weapons and technology provided by the Tech City, then the less advanced ones will be attacked, eventually leading to their extinction.

Han Ling knew and understood their concerns, but there was no time to explain further. If they delayed any longer, the situation would only become more and more uncontrollable.

Han Ling glanced at Li Xun and asked, "Li Xun, what should we do next?"

At this moment, Li Xun was standing at the very front of the Wu tribe. Upon hearing Han Ling's question, his fingers began to twitch involuntarily.

A moment later, his face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled, as if he had instantly envisioned the tragic future. Even so, Li Xun gritted his teeth and said, word by word:

"I can't say."

He looked at Han Ling with a determined gaze, seemingly unable to open his mouth.

Upon hearing this, the others stopped talking and silently looked at Li Xun.

They had all overlooked one point before.

If the world's destruction is real, how can they resolve this crisis?

Han Ling had anticipated Li Xun's situation and reminded him:

"Next, we'll board the only warship docked at the starport. After that, will we still be heading towards our doom?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xun closed his eyes again, and images flashed through his mind once more.

It seems that every decision Han Ling makes overturns countless future scenarios he has envisioned and rebuilds a new future.

A moment later, Li Xun suddenly opened his eyes, and the paleness on his face faded slightly.

Li Xun gritted his teeth and emphasized a number: "98".

Upon hearing this, Han Ling smiled.

Smart people know how to exploit loopholes.

Li Xun was unable to guide Han Ling to make the right choice.

However, Han Ling's actions can be affirmed.

The number 98 represents the probability of the world's destruction.

To be precise, it should be called: the probability of intelligent life being destroyed is 98%.

Han Ling remembered that Li Xun had said before that they only had a slim chance of survival.

The increased survival rate is a good thing, indicating that Han Ling's choice was correct.

Han Ling patted Roderick on the shoulder.

Roderick understood immediately and shouted loudly:

"Form ranks and board the starship."

Despite the dense array of weapons ahead, they still had to board the only remaining warship before making a decision.

Han Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Now that they could find a loophole, their danger would be reduced.

Hearing Roderick's words, the other intelligent races, though harboring resentment, still complied.

The men were all well-trained soldiers, and in a short time they were ready to charge again.

"charge!"

With Roderick's command, the crowd seemingly rushed haphazardly into the range of artillery fire at the edge of the mechanical city.

Han Ling watched the artillery fire below with tense excitement, the deafening electromagnetic sounds and the roar of artillery fire constantly resounding.