Published: February 13, 2025
Yao Han Su and the representatives of the Stele Clan were among the most supportive of Ye Zhongming, ready to join him in attacking the Tarros Red Dwarf. However, upon hearing this young man's focus shift to the Slave Clan, they couldn’t help but shake their heads in surprise.
They had spent too long in the great alliance of the All Races of the Universe, involved in too many endeavors, most of which were related to the Slave Clan.
Yet the end result was that they had accomplished countless futile efforts.
To say this might be inaccurate, because before doing anything, no one knew if it would succeed, but the outcome always ended in failure, making it all seem meaningless.
Now, hearing Ye Zhongming express similar sentiments, they felt skeptical.
There was no choice; the idea of the Slave Clan being invincible had firmly taken root in the souls of all beings in the universe.
They were terrified and only knew how to flee; escape was all that occupied their minds.
They did not deny that Ye Zhongming was a genius-like figure. Since he arrived in the All Races of the Universe, he had created many achievements that could be termed miraculous.
However, none of this was enough to prove that he could resist the Slave Clan.
Ye Zhongming himself was not a top-tier powerhouse; even if he were, it wouldn’t matter.
The Old Dean was a top-tier powerhouse who had kept all external interventions at bay during the battle of Divine Artisan City, but could he confront the Slave Clan head-on? It was evidently impossible.
Ye Zhongming was not a scientific genius either, nor had he invented any groundbreaking creations. Internally, he was a figure not to be underestimated, or rather, he was a prominent figure, but externally, especially against the Slave Clan, he was essentially no different from countless beings of the All Races of the Universe.
“Um, Master Ye, you haven’t been here long, have you seen all the videos related to the Slave Clan?” a clan leader asked hesitantly.
The materials on the terminal about the Slave Clan were the largest category, with video durations amounting to tens of thousands of hours. It would take nearly a decade on Earth to watch them all. Many of these videos documented the catastrophic defeats of the All Races of the Universe.
This clan leader was subtly reminding Ye Zhongming through this means that countless predecessors of the All Races of the Universe had tried and failed, many of whom were figures renowned in their times, far surpassing Ye Zhongming in intellect. If they had not succeeded, how could he be so confident to try?
Yao Han Su thought for a moment and added, “Zhong Ming, it would be better to consider this matter carefully, as a careless action against the Slave Clan could result in massive losses. Sometimes, it might even require sacrificing a Survivor Fortress, which is not something the current All Races of the Universe can afford.”
For those present, they had achieved a great victory, and what awaited them was a period of rapid development and a promising future.
But for the All Races of the Universe as a whole, it was a war that represented a weakening in strength, a decline in overall power.
In such circumstances, anyone contemplating action against the Slave Clan seemed to be doing something very unreliable.
Ye Zhongming did not rush to refute but instead transmitted some data from the terminal to those present.
“Everyone can take a look at this first, and please keep it confidential.”
Curious, they clicked to open it, and after a while, the expressions on their faces shifted from curiosity to extreme complexity and a hint of painful bewilderment.
“When I say we should take action against the Slave Clan, I’m not referring to all of them, but specifically the one that is currently affecting my home planet. As you can see from the various data, it is already in a weakened state. Has anyone seen a Slave Clan so weakened in all these years? Even if it is not an adult Slave Clan?”
The others fell silent collectively.