Origin Source World.
Tens of thousands of mining zones, large and small, belonging to various races were all shrouded in a strange mood.
"Have you heard? Annihilation Holy King got robbed too."
"Seriously? True King Beast Ancestor was just robbed, and now even Annihilation Holy King got hit?"
"Annihilation Holy King even chased after them personally, but they used the speed advantage of the Quasi-Saint Tier to stay out of his reach."
At the Saint Tier, their immense mass kept even spacecraft from flying too quickly. Quasi-Saint Tier cultivators, however, had not fully devoured the divine stars within their spatial realms. They had merely established elemental links, allowing them to wield Saint Tier power without suffering from the excessive weight of Saint Tier bodies.
None of the races gathering resources in Origin Source World knew what to do. This group of Quasi-Saints had exploited this loophole, making every race afraid to casually transport away the spoils they had obtained.
The worst part was that none of the races possessed Quasi-Saint Tier experts. The three races combined had more than fifty Holy King Tier experts and several thousand Saint Tier powerhouses, all of whom had fallen into an awkward and infuriating situation.
They needed to send the supplies back as quickly as possible. If they remained in Origin Source World, they would face the combined attacks of several Holy King Tier or Saint Tier powerhouses.
No one cared when you had little. When you had a lot, everyone watched you, and you watched everyone else. But when you had too much, you became the only target everyone watched.
Ordinarily, each shipment of supplies only required a dozen or so Saint Tier experts, or around twenty, to escort it back.
But the battlefield changed by the moment. Each Holy King Tier