"Madness. This was utter madness."
Elsewhere, the Three Pillar Gods' main body wore an expressionless face as he dealt with the Fallen Civilization's encirclement, racing and leaping through the skies amid countless Mechanical Spaceships.
Tap, tap!
He seemed to be traveling through a tunnel of time and space, multicolored radiance streaming behind him.
He turned slightly and gazed toward the distant sky. "They truly cannot be underestimated! The Three Great Abyssal Blue Celestial Venerables never play by the rules. They possess the courage and resolve to shake heaven and earth."
As Race Luck, he could almost see the fortune of an entire race.
In other words, that race's essence, vitality, and spirit.
At this moment, it was as though they saw three peerless supreme beings who had been invincible throughout the galaxy for more than five hundred thousand years, leading their civilization slowly toward them, emanating an imposing aura like crouching tigers and coiling dragons.
Their forceful, tyrannical bearing carried a golden spirit capable of crushing everything in its path.
The Three Pillar Gods had known from the beginning.
The Abyssal Blue Divine Domain definitely possessed hidden trump cards of unimaginable terror.
But he had never expected that the war would skip every prelude, probe, and process the moment it began, leaping straight to the ending and revealing every last hidden strength in an all-out gamble.
It was as though an ancient giant called the "Abyssal Blue Civilization" was racing madly down the final road, crying out in fury, cutting through every thorn in its path, and releasing a silent roar.
"This is their civilization's final strike. They intend to open the ultimate gate of the Great Dao."
At this moment, the Three Pillar Gods, like everyone else, raised their heads and watched the hundred Great Dao fireworks bloom brilliantly