Tu Bu Star System.
Inside the base established by the Three Universal Civilizations.
Doomsday Winter and the others sat around a square table, their faces grim. Each of them bore visible wounds that showed no signs of healing.
No one spoke.
The silence lasted nearly ten minutes before a Transcendent from Titan Industries finally broke it.
"What do we do now?"
They looked at one another.
What could they do?
Even with Bai Fu joining the battle, as time went on, they had once again fallen behind in their fight against the Apostle Holy City.
It wasn't that they weren't trying hard enough.
The enemy had cheats on their side.
Those bastards from the Apostle Holy City had been stronger than them to begin with, and each of them seemed to have found some way to get infinite mana.
How were they supposed to fight mages with higher stats and infinite mana?
[I have no idea.]
Once Doomsday Winter and the others realized the situation was heavily against them, they had organized several group assaults and Decapitation Operations, hoping to reduce the enemy's numbers.
But the existence of dark energy had rendered all their efforts useless.
They had gained nothing and suffered plenty.
Doomsday Winter now had an erosion mark left by dark energy on his chest. It gave his ability a chance of failing whenever he used it. It was practically a death sentence.
If they couldn't win by force, they could ask for reinforcements.
So.
Doomsday Winter and the others had kept urging the Three Universal Civilizations to send more reinforcements, but every request had been politely declined.
[Brother, I know you're having a hard time, but things aren't going well on our end either.
We thought we could wipe out those revolutionaries and space pirates in one