The Lord of the Altar formed a seal with both hands, and the Origin Essence within him burned furiously.
The Altar of Origin unleashed a deafening roar. Above it, a pure-white pillar of light gathered, powerful enough to destroy an entire star domain.
"If you like striking people across realms so much, I'll let you taste a Dimensional Reduction Strike from a higher dimension."
The Lord of the Altar pressed his wrist downward.
The white pillar tore straight through the Sea of Chaos's Spatial Barrier and vanished into the Void.
In the Origin Realm Guild hall of the Seventh Star Domain, coordinates for resource sites crowded the holographic display.
Duo Long's chubby fingers flew across the virtual screen as his abacus clattered away.
"We've taken Blood Fiend's No. 7 Mining Star." Duo Long grinned from ear to ear. "We've sent people to take over three interstellar trade routes in the Abyss, too. We're rich! Those old fossils spent tens of thousands of years building their fortunes, and now it's all ours!"
Season Star leaned against the Control Console, rapidly typing to reset the Origin Realm's defensive array.
"Don't celebrate yet." Without looking up, Season Star poured cold water on his excitement. "The leaders of Blood Fiend and the Abyss are dead, but they still have plenty of followers. Fix the Origin Realm's defenses first, or someone might hit us at home."
Night Cherry Tangle slapped his sword onto the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He grabbed the water on the table and took a long drink.
They had won the battle, but forcing himself to use the End Court while at the Main God rank had taken a heavy toll on him.
The hall buzzed with activity as field teams teleported out one after another to