Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone Chapter 617 - 279: Mainly Afraid of His Misunderstanding3

Four long tables were arranged in this simple room into a square shape.

Three familiar figures sat quietly behind one long table, their expressions always solemn, calm, and dignified.

They were known as Spirit Cultivators No.1, No.2, and No.3 on Earth, the strongest among the Six Spirit Cultivators who fled to Earth, coming from the Bright Wings Council Court, creators of the Spiritual Ability City, masters of the Six Elders.

No.5 sat calmly opposite the three.

The six chairs here were tall stone chairs, but the backrest of No.5’s chair was a few centiters shorter than those of the three.

"Why did you call ?" No.5’s voice was icy.

The three opposite spoke in turn:

"The situation has suddenly beco very critical."

"The Blade Beast is doing whatever it takes to awaken a Pillar Level Blade Beast, that Galino has gone mad."

"Old Sophie’s core circuit has fallen into the hands of soone called Black Storm, which is Galino’s target. The Blade Beast wants to seize this opportunity to destroy Old Sophie’s core circuit, thereby fully awakening the Twelve Pillars."

"Weier Amina Tu Ke, you are now cooperating with Black Storm, aren’t you?"

No.5 responded with a blank expression: "Are you trying to hold accountable?"

"We have no right to interfere with your freedom, Spirit Cultivators are equal."

"But, Amina, we need your power. We can feel that your strength has suddenly recovered a lot. Is this also the effect of Black Storm?"

"No comnt," No.5 said indifferently, "You probably didn’t expect to regain strength when you three drove away. You wanted to wander outside, beco the primary target of the Blade Beast’s attacks, delaying more ti for your own power recovery, right? Now that you see my strength recover, you want to be your ally, to stand in front of you as a shield when facing the Blade Beast, and when I’m once again riddled with wounds, you’ll use a few superficial, hollow words that have no aning or artistic rit to praise and then continue to drive away?"

"Amina! You better put yourself in the right position!"

"The ones who need to adjust their positions are the three of you."

No.5 responded nonchalantly:

"We’re just strays being relentlessly hunted by Blade Beasts now."

"Amina!"

"You’re being too presumptuous!"

"Quiet," said the middle-aged woman Spirit Cultivator, frowning, "You don’t seem to want to have a calm conversation with us."

No.5 shook her head: "I just clearly know that the demands of you three are just to make others sacrifice while you sit back and reap the benefits."

"If that’s the case, please pass on this ssage to your new partner, Black Storm."

The middle-aged woman slightly raised her head:

"He has only one last chance to negotiate and cooperate with us. I have given the Nature Faction’s few Advanced Spiritual Slaves this one opportunity to et us directly."

"If he arrogantly refuses again."

"He will bear all the consequences."

"..."

No.5 nodded, raised her hand, and with a slight swipe, directly cut off the communication.

"Suddenly realizing that I used to cooperate with a bunch of idiots, it’s just terrible."

"Uh, I think I just cursed, which is really not elegant."

No.5 thought for a mont, returned to the form of a yellow-haired loli, with a bit of indifference in her eyes, pondering whether to tell Wang Zheng about this.

"Would he overthink if he knew I was secretly communicating with them?"

No.5 mused simply.