The atmosphere was unbearably oppressive.

On the high seas, where the waves once surged, the waters fell silent at this moment, and a dark cloud stained the sky.

"Are we tearing off the masks?" Shang Weitian asked with a smile, looking at the ambassadors from various nations.

"Yes, we are," Jill replied, the anger on his face dissipating, leaving him expressionless. "Your rise has been too rapid."