I Absolutely Won't Allow It!

Lin Yuan stood there, looking inexplicably like a piece of dried, petrified Goushi.

This is how he feels right now.

"Mother Tree," he took a deep breath, calmed himself, and continued doing what he was supposed to do, "How are you?"

That familiar, gleaming white branch reached out again, gently resting on his shoulder. The voice of the Life Tree echoed in his heart, weaker than ever before:

"I intervened, and afterwards, the Elf Race became Vassals of the Tracing Light."

"The Mother Tree..."

"No need for further explanation. You are a Tracing Light, but you are beneficial to the Elf Race."

Lin Yuan looked puzzled, his handsome face streaked with tears and confusion.

"I have no evidence, it's just a feeling. I can sense that many middle and upper-level people in civilizations have a sense of familiarity."

Why didn't you feel the same way about the previous Elf King?!

Lin Yuan appeared bewildered but wept, inwardly speechless with frustration.

I need an answer.

[Promise Him]

The intelligent assistance system sent a message. It was a reply from behind the Tracing Light.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, and his expression instantly changed. The look of utter dismay vanished, replaced by a solemn and resolute one.

"I promise," he said, enunciating each word clearly, "That after this battle, the Elf Race will become a Vassal race of the Tracing Light, enjoying the highest privileges second only to humans. This will continue until the end of the Continued Battle."

"Good."

The decaying Life Tree trembled slightly, its outer shell crumbled like an avalanche, and its life force seemed to Burn flames out of thin air.

He is expending his own strength.

Large chunks of rotten wood Shedding from the branches and drifted in the Void, as if something was reawakening within Him.

A dozen minutes later, a much smaller but equally powerful Life Tree appeared in the Void.

The dark green light was still there, still Corrosion, but it was much better than before. Its branches stretched out again, its leaves New Life, and the power of life flowed again.

A ball of silvery-white energy suddenly emerged from Lin Yuan's body and flew towards the Life Tree.

The Life Tree paused, allowing the incomprehensible colored energy to attach itself to it.

On the edge of the battlefield.

The tide of Undead continued to assault the Silver-White Fleet, attempting to stop it.

Every moment, an astonishing number of Undead die, vaporized and blasted apart by the Silver-White Fleet's various high-powered weapons.

The Silver-White Fleet has finally begun its breakthrough.

The intelligent algorithm has completed the analysis of the Undead Sea tactics. The Warships no longer indiscriminately unleash firepower as before, but instead begin to target the Undead's structural weaknesses.

Undead Lord Lawson stood on a broken asteroid, watching his army being whittled down bit by bit, his face grim.

His Undead Sea lacks evolutionary and adaptability; how could it possibly hold off the Silver-White Fleet indefinitely?

Even the fleet that Tracing Light came couldn't hold them back!

This Silver-White Fleet is not the small fleet that harassed and consumed the resources of the previous Tracing Light. Instead, it is a true Capital Ship with Fine equipment, which has cost a lot of rare resources and advanced technology.

The Undead Sea began to slowly crumble under the weight of such a fleet.

In this indescribable Undead Sea, the Silver-White Fleet is advancing steadfastly forward.

The silvery-white hull cleaved a straight track through the grayish-white Ocean wreckage, like a red-hot knife cutting through solidified grease.

Ignoring the waves of Undead surging from both sides and the points of light exploding on the shields, they Charge towards the two planets at full speed, engines at full power.

Undead Lord Lawson, stood on a shattered asteroid, his gray eyes reflecting the silvery-white specks of light, his expression shifting constantly.

He was weighing his options.

Without a doubt, Tracing Light is an excellent partner. He has sufficient size, sufficient integrity, and also holds great goodwill towards him, a person who poses a great threat.

Unlike other civilizations, the Tracing Light rarely resorts to underhanded tactics—whether it's trade or war, everything is done openly and honestly.

This is a consensus among everyone.

Therefore, if Tracing Light wins this war, he will be able to obtain more resources to develop.

After all, Tracing Light will definitely suppress the entire galaxy and establish an alliance to seek development. To develop, he needs to eliminate the Zerg, and the most economical way is to clean up the corpses left by the Zerg and give him the Lord of the Undead.

But what if the Silver-White Fleet and the Destruction faction led by the Abyssal Depth Civilization win?

That group of guys might even start fighting, and Lawson would be back to scavenging for food, which wouldn't be as pleasant as he is now...

No!

I absolutely will not allow it!

After consuming the fragrant and palatable feces of herbivores, what dog would still be willing to eat the feces of various omnivores found on city streets?

You'll get sick!

Thinking of this, Lawson's eyes flashed. His aura surged, and the asteroid beneath his feet Annihilation and vanished silently into dust.

He slowly raised his hand, a ball of gray light gathering in his palm, and within that light seemed to be countless souls wailing.

The Lord of the Undead will personally intervene!

He intercepts the Silver-White Fleet of the Mechanical Civilization amidst his loyal trillion-strong tide of the Undead.

On the main battlefield, the two figures have already crossed paths hundreds of thousands of times in the Void.

The Demon Prince and the Mu Ri clashed from above the two planets to the space between them, each collision unleashing a shockwave powerful enough to tear apart asteroids. These shockwaves Diffusion in all directions, annihilating swarms of the Zerg that had gathered nearby.

The trajectory of the crimson planet was too strange. The two planets were pulled together by some strange gravitational force, and they had become a slow, relatively straight line, flying towards their predetermined destination.

The Demon Prince hovered in the Void, his wingspan mostly broken. Those once hundred-meter-long scarlet wings were now reduced to a few broken bone fragments, with dark golden blood flowing from their edges.

He looked at the Mu Ri thoughtfully.

Mu Ri's robes were also torn, and through the tears, one could see the wounds inside—a crisscrossing network of cuts, though not as severe.

Mu Ri, meanwhile, gazed thoughtfully at the hundreds-of-meters-tall, ferocious and terrifying Demon Prince before him.

But both of them remained silent, deep in thought.

Before this, there had been almost no direct confrontations between units with extremely high combat power.

This has led to a phenomenon where every unit with extremely high combat power believes itself to be the strongest.

After all, each one was cultivated by the Survivors through extremely special methods, and they were basically "high-level power" obtained through various means, which is power far exceeding their current power level.

For example, if Su Luo's Aberrant Elements were released now, they could form an extremely terrifying existence, but they would be uncontrollable, and there wouldn't be enough Civilization Points to release them.

Now that they've clashed, both the Demon Prince and Mu Ri, as well as the other Loose Immortal and Martial God, feel the pressure.

They were more than ten times more powerful than other civilizations of the same kind.

"You seem to be immortal?" the Demon Prince suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and deep.