Longyuan Universe.
Three major races stood in a three-way balance.
One was the Chong Yuan Race, backed by the Golden Winged God Race.
One was the Hao Zhu Race, backed by the Mystery Race.
One was the Wu Race, backed by the Nether Race.
"The Nether Race is everywhere," Wang Ye remarked.
"They're locals, after all." Jin Yadi Wang said, "Among the thirty-three Divine Realms under our control, the Nether Race ranks in the top three in overall strength and is spread extremely widely."
Wang Ye nodded.
In terms of raw strength, the Nether Race was certainly no match for the other God Races.
But the problem was that every God Race basically had its own sphere of influence and territories under its jurisdiction.
Simply put, ordinary God Races would not focus their efforts on other God Races' territories.
But the Chaos Race was different.
They had no true territory.
So they could only work from the ground up, controlling more High-Dimensional Universes and High-Dimensional Races.
Some spanned multiple Divine Realms with vast territories, such as the Nether Race and the Destiny Race.
Others specialized in a single Divine Realm, such as the Mystery Race and the Torch Race.
When the Great Bliss Divine Domain fell this time, these ungrateful Chaos Races had contributed the most.
"What happened to the original races of Longyuan Universe?" Wang Ye asked.
Jin Yadi Wang chuckled. "How could we possibly let them live? Those natives had neither talent nor ability, not even any value worth exploiting."
"That's true." Wang Ye smiled noncommittally.
In the eyes of the God Races, even the Nether Race was nothing much.
Let alone natives—Low-Dimensional Races that might not even qualify as High-Dimensional Races.
Had the Source Race not defended the Source Universe at all costs, it would likewise have