"The cosmic membrane was blasted out of shape? That's..."
The moment those words were spoken, not only did the leader inside the Positive Triangular Warship look grim, but their many scientists also showed expressions of disbelief.
The cosmic membrane—that was the most fundamental backdrop that formed the universe. How could it be blasted out of shape?
One had to know that so-called Space Cutting Weapons could do no more than cut open and process the Three-Dimensional Space of the Great Universe. They absolutely could not cut open the cosmic membrane.
But now, the destruction of countless micro spaces had actually deformed the cosmic membrane, to the point that it had affected the transmission of information through the cosmic membrane, causing the Cosmic Membrane Broadcast to fail.
It really left them wanting to cry but with no tears to shed.
The Unknown Civilization felt as though it had kicked an iron plate, but it had never imagined that this iron plate would be this hard—hard beyond imagination.
Most crucially, at a time like this, they were already thinking of shouting "Stop fighting," to see if they might get lucky and make the other side stop, only to discover in the end that they could not even get the words out.
At first, they had had the chance to call out, but now, the Positive Triangular Warship no longer had any chance to do so, because this truly was the central location of the Grand Movement. Countless Calabi-Yau spaces that had already completed their preparations for the Resonant Rhythm had been waiting for a long time. When it was dragged back into the microscopic realm, this cluster of spaces followed the rhythmic pattern of the Dream Lyra, leaping onto its face in tempo like musical notes, then shattering with a thunderous crash.