Before the true war began, the Wizard Civilization's native mages, led by Saine, distributed a vial of potion to every Wizard Civilization expeditionary legion at their side.
It was a red potion, and it felt like blood.
From Dominator-class Beings down to the most ordinary rank-one cannon fodder, everyone received a vial.
Only, these potions varied in grade, and the effects they possessed differed vastly.
"This is a potion that can help us resist part of the 'infection,'" Saine told all the Dominators in the Expeditionary Force.
The Dominators allied with the Wizard Civilization, such as the Mountain Giant God Qingtian, took them first. Then, amid hesitation, the other Dominators also drank each vial placed before them.
Trying to control a Dominator with potions was sheer fantasy.
Unless Lilith returned to the Star Realm, no one could forcibly defy these Dominators' choices.
With these Dominators taking the potions from the top down, nearly every member of the entire expeditionary legion drank this special potion from the Wizard Civilization.
"Tut, tut, I seem to smell Dominator's Blood." After drinking the potion in its hand, a foreign rank-seven Undead Dominator could not help licking its lips.
It seemed to want to ask whether it could have another vial.
Saine merely smiled and ignored the Undead Dominator's words before issuing the order, "Prepare for battle!"
Before their eyes stretched a deep purple starry sky.
This was undoubtedly the core hinterland of the Evil Tide Civilization, because none of the Dominators present had ever encountered a place where the Evil Tide Factors were more concentrated than here.
At the far end of the purple Evil Tide starry sky, faint grayish-purple waves of air emerged. It seemed that something was coming.
Meanwhile, in another region of the starry sky where Saine and the others