"Insolence!"
The Rakshasa God's voice was like the collective howl of countless vengeful souls, making the entire starry sky tremble. The blood-colored energy drifting through space rapidly condensed into twisted human faces beneath the sound waves, unleashing piercing shrieks toward the Divine Xia Jiuli.
Jiang Yuan stood in the main control room with his hands behind his back. Boundless Void Energy blazed around the Divine Xia Jiuli's hull, incinerating the oncoming crimson tide in its entirety.
"Rakshasa God, you projected yourself across hundreds of billions of light-years. Surely you did not come merely to show off such a petty trick?"
At those words, the figure seated upon the distant blood-colored throne abruptly ceased shifting, settling into an aged face.
Bloodlight flowed through its vertical pupils as its voice suddenly became calm.
"Young descendant of Kindling Humanity, I have come today to offer your Kindling Civilization an opportunity to avoid mutual destruction."
As it spoke, the dark-gold giant claw gave a light wave, and a holographic projection of the Corpse Sovereign Continent emerged in the starry sky.
At the heart of the continent stood a pyramid built from countless corpses, radiating an eerie gray glow.
"Do you see this Myriad Corpses Pagoda? Once the Corpse Sovereign Ancestor Crystal at its peak is activated, the entire Corpse Sovereign Clan Galaxy Cluster will become a forbidden realm of the dead. Even if you seize this galaxy cluster then, all you will obtain is wasteland filled with the power of death."
Jiang Yuan's gaze flickered. The Kindling Civilization had long estimated the Corpse Sovereign Clan's reserves and had been certain they possessed some trump card capable of temporarily unleashing Mythic-level combat power. Yet he had not expected such an extreme final measure.
"So what? Does the Rakshasa Clan want to play peacemaker?"
The Rakshasa