High-Dimensional Battlefield.
Wang Ye entered the Second Realm.
Dark Race territory.
His target was the Force Race!
From Source Star's great expert, he had long learned that the Force Race had smuggled three Supremes in 2,500 years ago and played him for a fool.
There had been nothing he could do then. After all, as a mere quasi-High-Dimensional Master, he could not interfere with the Old Schemers of the Force Race unilaterally breaking their promise.
With three Supremes on the other side, going to demand an explanation would have been asking for trouble.
A fight was practically guaranteed.
He was not afraid of fighting, but it was not worth it.
There was little to gain and a high chance of getting himself killed, so he had set it aside for the time being.
But Source Star's great expert's hint this time had practically confirmed one of his suspicions—
The Force Race and the Spirit Race were working together.
Two High-Dimensional Races that seemed utterly unrelated were, in truth, an alliance of victims.
Though he did not know their plan, they undoubtedly each had something to gain.
Humanity's great calamity... Wang Ye already had a vague idea.
If he were the Heavenly Race, how would he punish humanity?
"They would directly accuse humanity of colluding with the Spirit Race, use self-defense as their justification, circumvent the Source Ancestor Agreement, and have the Strongest One lead Wang's Legion in crushing the Asura World, first dealing humanity a devastating blow!"
"But the Heavenly Race would not have much time. As soon as the Source Ancestor stepped in, the Heavenly Race would have no choice but to withdraw. Humanity could still preserve itself."
"Would they just let humanity off like that? Impossible."
Wang Ye's brows knitted tightly.
Humanity's power was now too great.
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