This battle could only be considered small-scale on this unprecedentedly vast battlefield, yet it was incomparably brutal.
After several months of bloody fighting, the Wolf Master's Ancient Celestial Realm Galaxy had been damaged once more. Of the Ancient Celestial Realm species within, fewer than one in a hundred remained.
Even the Sixteen-Tailed Celestial Fox and the Flying Scorpion Tiger Crown Prince had suffered severe injuries. Six of the Sixteen-Tailed Celestial Fox's tails had been broken.
Yet the Meteorite Black Guard and Black Three Heavenly Lord's retainers had all died in battle. Without Any had survived.
The Sunspot Tribe was a people and military force truly worthy of pride. There were no traitors among them, no cowards. They died one after another.
In terms of cohesion, brotherhood, and the resolve to fight bloodily until the very last moment, they surpassed the Wolf Pack Civilization!
But they had lost!
They had not lost because of arrogance, nor because of conceit, much less because of inferior strength.
They had lost because of a sliver of luck, because Black One Heavenly Lord had fallen unconscious, because they had not understood the Wolf Pack's hidden cards well enough, and because they had never truly considered uniting every force that could be united.
They trusted only themselves. Even their Vassal Military Forces had been won through threats and inducements!
It was precisely because of this that many Vassal Forces had turned against the Sunspot Tribe at the end, causing the Sunspot Tribe to collapse across thousands of light-years.
Many Vassal Forces had even joined the Wolf Pack Civilization now, becoming the sharp blade charging at the very front for the Wolf Pack Civilization.
It was not only because the Wolf Pack Civilization accepted all rivers, but because they feared the Sunspot Tribe remaining undefeated more than