Waste Remains World, the Bronze Gate Abyss.
On the enormous blood-red altar, the Overlord Xenomorphs stationed at the Bronze Gate were all desperately pouring their power into the altar.
Deep in the Abyss, where no one could see clearly, countless red specks of light slowly floated upward like souls.
"Move faster! Hurry and channel the energy from the Death Battle Ground into it!!"
Their faces were wild with frenzy.
In this guarded region Lin An had never set foot in, one hundred and seven Black Towers shone with dazzling light. Like conduits drawing in power, they channeled the stored Conversion Power from the vortex of the Death Battle Ground and fed it into the altar.
If Lin An had been there, he would likely have realized at once that this altar's function was remarkably similar to the Black Towers in Amoeba World. It was continuously injecting power across space into the body of the Xenomorph Emperor.
"Increase the input! The Emperor needs us!!!"
The roar shook the heavens.
Whether it was the tremor that had come from the entire planet after Lin An unleashed that sword strike, or the command sent by the Emperor,
at this moment, every member of the Xenomorph Council was frantically contributing their power.
This was terrifying!
The little bug they had previously ignored, sending people after it only to hunt it down, had actually forced the Emperor into a dead end, pushing him to the brink of death!
It had even forced the Emperor to abandon his plan and activate it prematurely!
Even now, they found such a shocking situation difficult to believe.
But they had no choice!
The God Creation Plan, which had been laid out over a hundred years and had consumed immense effort, was actually only one step away from completion.
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