Tiger Soul Special Plane.
Feng Qi leaned against the window, his gaze fixed on the Domain Field barriers standing in the distance, each a different color.
Compared to the route to Winter City in his memories, many Domain Fields had vanished, while others had changed color.
During the more than hundred years he had been away, the Domain Fields in the human world had clearly been undergoing changes as well.
During that time, Domain Factions had inevitably withdrawn, becoming wandering factions or relics of the past.
There were also Domain Fields that had devoured other Domain Fields through war, gaining expansions in both resources and territory.
In such a cruelly competitive environment, peace did not exist.
The pacifism and vegetarianism that had existed before the catastrophe had all been swept into history's trash heap by the brutality of reality.
Humanity needed warriors, and even more so, geniuses of war.
Perhaps the Domain World had once possessed factions that loved peace, but no other Domain Faction would cooperate with their choice. They were destined to be eliminated by time.
If you did not invade me, then I would invade you.
I would plunder your resources and enslave your people. The protests of weak races meant nothing.
The truest aspect of the New World was that if you did not improve, you had effectively chosen elimination. Neutrality was not an option.
Once the hypocritical masks had been removed, every race was a bloodthirsty beast.
Even the morality of sparing the old, the weak, women, and children did not exist in wars between races.
Humanity was no exception if it wanted to survive.
When facing the Domain Fields of weak races that possessed Spirituality Resources, humanity would inevitably strike without hesitation.
Returning to the present, Feng Qi asked in his heart:
"Blade Bro,