Sure enough, Duolie, the Lord of Dimension of Qisha Time-Space, had never been someone worthy of trust.
This Level-13 higher being harbored extreme cunning in his bones, meanness etched into his marrow, and a stinginess beneath contempt.
Before this, two perfect opportunities had actually been placed before him, enough to let him intervene in the war in Light Universe Time-Space openly and legitimately.
Yet Duolie had been blinded by greed, vainly trying to use those two opportunities to extract excessive benefits, and in the end, he had forcibly squandered both chances.
The first time, his unreasonable demand had been tactfully declined by the Dark Nether Death God; the second time, before the absolute authority of Darkness Sword Ebony, he had received a solid door slammed in his face.
This time, however, the plea for aid from the Meteor Sea Civilization had been utterly sincere.
As a super civilization born locally within Primordial Universe Time-Space, the Meteor Sea Civilization had never managed to nurture a Level-12 Being. Now that it had completely fallen out with the Destruction Divine Kingdom, its situation had long since become one of difficult progress.
Especially after Mechanical God Emperor Saine led the Mechanical Civilization's elite Combat Legion across dimensions to support Primordial Universe Time-Space—even though core combat powers such as Destruction Demon God Locke had not returned to the Main Camp in Primordial Universe Time-Space—the terrifying power displayed by Saine's legions alone was enough to make the Meteor Sea Civilization feel as though Mount Tai were pressing down upon its head.
From this alone, the Meteor Sea Civilization truly did not seem particularly bold. It was hard to imagine that they had once dared to attach themselves to the Darkness Sword Organization and launch an invasion against the Destruction Divine Kingdom's homeland.
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