The Sith Race Goes to War

In the hidden space, the eight of them looked at one another and burst into laughter.

"Now that was satisfying, truly satisfying! This surprise attack alone has wasted at least thirty million Chaos Eras of the Sith Race's preparations." Bolin Supreme laughed heartily.

"Hit them and run. What a thrill." Hongran Supreme grinned so hard his eyes nearly vanished into slits.

"Although we won this time, we absolutely must not underestimate the Sith Race. You all saw that final nest as well. Even with the eight of us joining forces, we only damaged its outer layer. It is definitely one of the Sith Race's greatest weapons!" Tianshi Supreme warned.

Everyone nodded gravely. That nest truly was terrifying; even with their sixteen Supreme-level combatants joining forces, they had only destroyed its outer layer.

Suddenly, an intense sense of danger and oppression surged into their hearts, like dark clouds blotting out the sun, making their hearts tremble.

Hongran Supreme said solemnly, "You all felt that oppressive sensation too, didn't you? That was the Universe Source warning us. The Sith Race is about to launch the final battle!"

"The final battle!" The Six Great Supremes looked grave. Though they had prepared themselves for war from the beginning, now that the moment had truly arrived, they could not help feeling nervous.

That ancient battle had been far too brutal. They did not wish to recall it.

"Heh, looks like we really hurt the Sith Race. Otherwise, they wouldn't have responded so quickly." Bolin Supreme deliberately affected a relaxed tone.

"This time, we were prepared in advance. The Sith Race has rashly launched a war, so the advantage is ours," Tianshi Supreme said.

"Starting now, we will divide the Void battlefields. Each of us will be responsible for a region..."

Lights suddenly flashed in