The five clans had clearly prepared in advance for a human assault. Their main forces had already been relocated.
The Monster Race relocated, the Insect Race relocated, the Mechanical Race relocated, the Prison Clan relocated, and the Crystal Clan relocated...
There were a total of Six Great Peak Clans in the universe. The reason they had become Peak Clans was that the territories they occupied were exceptionally rare treasures within the Original Universe. Of course, comparatively speaking, the Crystal Clan and Prison Clan Territories were somewhat inferior. Even so, they were far better than the territories of many unaffiliated clans.
The five Peak Clans had voluntarily relocated, clearly bowing their heads in defeat. One occupied territory according to one's strength; most clans in the Original Universe were still quite sensible.
Without encountering any effective resistance, the human side quickly cleared out the alien experts from the five territories. Even if some remained hidden, they could not stir up any waves beneath humanity's slaughtering blade.
The other powers of the universe saw this outcome and fell into uneasy silence, as though they had seen their own future fates.
But humanity's dominance over the universe was the inevitable trend. Who could stop them? It was merely a matter of time.
For a time, many clans and factions began entertaining all sorts of thoughts.
"It's over." A figure strolled through the vast, silent, dark starry sky.
Looking at the world that had returned to peace, he sighed inwardly.
The Monster Race, Mechanical Race, Crystal Clan, Prison Clan, and Insect Race had all given up resistance and relocated, abandoning their territories. Humanity would next occupy the territories formerly held by those five clans, including the Insect Race, Monster Race, and Mechanical Race. Humans would multiply throughout those places, living, growing, and thriving everywhere.
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