A few hours later.
Lu Yang and the others rode Chanhe Quasi-Saint's broodmother warship back to the Origin Source World. In a chaotic starfield, they spotted a strange vessel. Its appearance was similar to Chanhe Quasi-Saint's, also made from a broodmother's shell.
Black Abyss Great Saint jumped out from inside, spread his arms, and laughed. "My friends, you truly are magnificent."
Chanhe Quasi-Saint, Candle-Burning Quasi-Saint, and the others also flew out of the warship, smiling as they looked at Black Abyss Great Saint's strange vessel.
"You assembled your fleet so quickly? You've got some nerve," Chanhe Quasi-Saint said with a laugh.
Black Abyss Great Saint looked smug. "We've formed the Ten Brothers Pirate Fleet too. We're waiting for an opportunity."
"Are there still any opportunities now?" Chanhe Quasi-Saint asked with a smile.
"There are indeed far fewer opportunities," Black Abyss Great Saint said. "But I've seen several saint-tier camps packing up their supplies. Sooner or later, they'll have to fly out. We just need to be patient."
Across the entire Origin Source World, there were more than seven hundred saint-tier excavation camps of all sizes. The fifty Holy King-tier experts of the three races, along with thousands of saint-tier experts, excavated in units of families and legions.
Lu Yang and the others had only ambushed three areas. Although they had thrown the entire Origin Source World into a state of panic, many transport fleets had still returned safely during Lu Yang's raids. Those who had not been attacked believed they would always be lucky.
"I wish you all bountiful gains," Chanhe Quasi-Saint said.
Black Abyss Quasi-Saint nodded. "You should be careful too. There are already more than twenty fleets like mine. If you run into them on the road, don't let yourselves get robbed by other robbers."
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