"There were seven major tribes among the High-dimensional Demons. It was anyone's guess which one had come this time.
Relations among the High-dimensional Demons were more like a tribal alliance. None of the seven major tribes held authority over the others, and the same was true of the medium-sized and smaller tribes.
The alliance's rules were crude and simple: whoever found something reaped the benefit. Once a tribe discovered a Galactic Arm, the others couldn't interfere unless it asked for help.
This loose structure was a result of the peculiar nature of High-Dimensional Space-Time. The positions of the High-dimensional Demon tribes were constantly shifting, so they could only estimate one another's locations, never pinpoint them exactly. The alliance existed to establish each tribe's hunting grounds and prevent them from going to war over the souls of the Material Realm.
"Big brother, this time..." Wei Peng ventured.
"That won't work this time. They're already on guard. Look at that force field—it's almost solid, and the energy within it is linked to the Crystal Fleet inside the spacetime bubble. Attacking the field would be the same as taking on the entire Demon Fleet." Lin Zhichen shook his head, frowning as he studied the structure of this peculiar spacetime dimension and analyzed the Cosmic Rules it contained.
"This peculiar space-time is closer in dimension to where the Divine Realm is."
"Are you saying they might destroy the Divine Realm first?" Link asked with a frown. "We can't let them carry on. The Divine Realm alone would struggle to stand against a force of this size."
"Then we'll strike first!" Lin Zhichen said, looking at the Crystal Fleet as it continued to gather in this spacetime dimension. "If there's no opening, we'll make one."
The fifteen newly completed Titan Ships rapidly charged their weapons