Final Ultimatum

While the Void Cult was regrouping and resting.

On Hala, two thousand light-years away.

Nearly everyone in the Kree Empire had fallen into fear.

Within the Kree Empire's headquarters, the once numerous commanders had become scattered and few.

The atmosphere throughout the military hall was exceedingly oppressive.

Over the past half month, they had truly witnessed the terror of the Void Cult.

No matter what weapons they deployed, they simply could not do anything to the Void Cult.

The only Cosmic Artifact that could be effective could not successfully strike its targets.

Moreover, the Void Cult's forces were spread far too loosely.

It was no longer the Kree Empire restraining the Void Cult's troops.

Instead, the Kree Empire's Calamity Legion, interstellar fleets, and every other force were all being led around by the nose by the Void Cult.

The Kree Empire still had hundreds of planets and many surviving Kree.

But the deployments and military forces on those hundreds of planets had already been defeated one by one and worn down to nothing.

Now, only Hala, the Kree Empire's homeworld, still possessed forces and weapons capable of facing the Void Cult head-on.

The Kree Empire had existed for hundreds of thousands of years and possessed an incomparably long history.

Yet throughout all of its history, the Kree Empire had never fought such a brutal war.

There was no need to speculate. The Void Cult would attack Hala today, tomorrow, or at the latest, the day after tomorrow.

And they would not appear along a normal cosmic route and launch a direct assault.

They would descend suddenly through a Golden Teleportation Array, just as they had at the outbreak of every battle over the past half month.

They had also discovered who was behind that Golden Teleportation Array: the newly appointed