This was a gray, dusty planet, a world on the verge of collapse.
It should originally have been a pure Saturn, but now at least half of it had turned into an ocean.
Rifts opened one after another, and countless "fish and shrimp" crawled out of them, yet they were not the deadliest threat.
Above, the sky seemed like an ocean canopy ripped apart. Seawater poured down in torrents, and swarms of sea beasts led by Sea Dragons turned the battlefield into their home ground.
The original Resistance Army was quickly crushed. Under the overwhelming force of a higher dimension, they had no way to resist.
On battlefields above Tier 10, even an individual world was merely a slightly larger chess piece. These remote worlds with no resources or population could only be considered frontline fortresses.
For Shuichi's faction, the collapse of the front lines over the past dozen years had become routine, while the pressure from the Eight-Clawed only continued to grow.
This was no accident, but a pull and collision at the "higher-dimensional level."
After the Eight-Clawed faction attacked the Earthlings' homeland, the two sides had become sworn enemies. On the other hand, that attack on their homeland had also happened because their "ecological niches" had drawn close.
More than a decade before Lu PingAn reincarnated, the world of the Eight-Clawed had already collided with Earth.
Guan Xinxian's experience was neither the first nor the last. Their people and worlds continued to collide because the two sides had already "collided" on a higher-dimensional level.
"The strong live, while the weak die. Or, to put it another way, only by feeding on the corpses of the weak can the strong find the strength to climb higher and move farther from the abyss of death."
The ever-rising "pollution" had dragged