"Th-This is way too outrageous."
The Shadow Merchant muttered to itself as it watched the unstoppable scene unfolding before it.
It knew the Fusion Civilization was powerful, but it had never expected it to be this powerful!
This was a civilization that had only just ascended. It had no ascension technology, no evolved ascension talents, and not even a settled technology tree for the ascension level.
Yet it had actually achieved an overwhelming victory!
The red light began to fade over a wide area, even disappearing completely in some places.
The "Flesh Starsea" Civilization—the red civilization coordinate that was said to possess the rudimentary defenses of a "Level Five Civilization"—was actually being driven back step by step.
Gao Gong floated quietly at the edge of the Chaotic Nest. Deep in his eyes, faint black-and-white light flowed endlessly as he analyzed an information torrent far beyond the reach of ordinary senses.
He watched as hundreds of millions of cold, razor-sharp "filtering lights" stabbed into the vast Flesh Starsea like torrential rain. He watched as vast swaths of life-glow dimmed, spasmed, and died beneath the conceptual "rejection." He watched the fanaticism burning in the players' eyes, along with the nearly "natural-enemy"-like control they had newly acquired.
Just as he had said, when the hundreds of millions of players who had obtained the "Great Filter Bloodline" unleashed their "species filtering" authority without reservation upon this "starsea," the war had already left the level of reality.
It had risen to a more fundamental and more dangerous dimension—
the "evolutionary level."
At this moment, ordinary observation might reveal only countless dim lights piercing back and forth between the Chaotic Nest and the Flesh Starsea, flesh rotting away, evolutionary light streams flickering, and both sides seemingly engaged in a vast but inexplicable, mysterious confrontation.
But in