Time was often the hardest thing to feel in the boundless vacuum of the universe.
There were no sunrises or sunsets, no alternation of day and night. Only eternal cold and endless depths.
Yet at the coordinates of the Alien Royal Court, in the very heart of the Spark War Zone, an all-out bloody battle that shook the entire galaxy had raged for ten full days and nights!
Two hundred and forty hours of desperate slaughter!
The once-clear, fathomless star domain had become a chaotic ruin that even higher-dimensional rays could not penetrate.
Tens of millions of tons of alien behemoth corpses, shattered higher-dimensional crystals, and dark red dragon blood frozen into ice drifted slowly around this Asura battlefield like an enormous asteroid belt.
At the very center of the ruins, eleven Level 5 Lords who had once stood above all others, worshipped as gods by billions of aliens, were now miserable beyond description.
"Hah-hah-"
The Primordial Void Kunpeng's star-sized body heaved violently in the vacuum, every ragged breath spilling great clouds of bloody foam mixed with fragments of internal organs.
More than half the feathers had been forcibly torn from the wings that had once blotted out the sky and shone with the divine radiance of spatial laws. The remaining half of its wings drooped limply, exposing stark white bones.
The Abyss Brain Emperor's supposedly indestructible shell was covered in countless staff marks. The psychic tentacles it took such pride in had shriveled by seventy percent, its once-deep green eyes were dull, and its psychic power had nearly run dry.
The Silicon-Based Watcher, whose body burned with nuclear fire, had spiderweb cracks all across the core crystal in its chest. Its nether flames, once capable of incinerating stars, were now as feeble as a candle in the wind, ready