Within a shattered asteroid belt.
Chanhe Quasi-Saint's broodmother ship was hidden behind a slightly larger meteorite. The group had just finished inventorying their plunder and were laughing loudly.
Chanhe Quasi-Saint laughed so hard he rocked back and forth, slapping the ground as he said, "True King Beast Ancestor is going to be furious this time. A Holy King Tier powerhouse led more than fifty Great Sages in a war for nearly half a year, yet everything they seized ended up in our hands. He'll be dead from rage."
No one had expected this to be True King Beast Ancestor's first shipment of supplies in more than half a year. It contained all kinds of Saint-tier weapon materials and equipment he had personally seized as a Holy King Tier powerhouse: thirty-two Saint-tier weapons, twenty-two suits of armor, sixteen magical treasures, as well as herbs for advancement across every tier from God King Tier 1 to Saint tier—enough to raise a million Chaos Beasts from God King Tier 1 to God King Tier 6.
Candle-Burning Quasi-Saint said, "Now we've really made an enemy. We need to prepare for retaliation."
"Afraid of nothing." Chanhe Quasi-Saint said resentfully, "If I don't go after them, does that mean they won't try to kill me? Sooner or later, we'll have to settle this. We might as well rob them to our heart's content now."
Starblade Quasi-Saint asked, "What do we do next? Should we lie low for a while and stop coming to the Origin Source World?"
What they had taken this time was worth more than the treasures they could find in the Origin Source World over a hundred years.
Divine Power Quasi-Saint thought for a moment and said, "It still feels a little hard to accept."
Chanhe Quasi-Saint said, "I haven't robbed enough either.