"Saint Masente?" The various pieces of information in Ye Luo's mind rapidly flashed by, yet he realized he had never heard of this civilization.
"A newly advanced Level Seven civilization..." The beautiful female elf's next words made Ye Luo's heart shudder.
"No wonder the five of you came to decide the ownership of the Zerg galaxy. So it's because you're a newly advanced Level Seven civilization..." Ye Luo's gaze grew distant.
"Hmph. Whether you're a Level Seven civilization or a Level Eight civilization, this galaxy was won through such difficulty by our Zerg. How could we possibly hand it over just like that..." Ye Meng's gaze turned hostile as his bloodthirsty eyes swept repeatedly over the five of them.
The beautiful elf shook her head and spread her hands, speaking helplessly. "Emperor Ye Luo, you need not be so hostile toward us. The word I used just now was 'discuss,' not 'decide.' There has not been a Level Seven civilization in the entire Pusilan Star Region for over a million years, and the neighboring star regions have all been eyeing us covetously. If the major star regions had not remained divided and plagued by constant internal strife, we would have been swallowed long ago... So, Emperor Ye Luo, please believe me. The existence of Saint Masente will not hinder the Zerg's development. Once we gather the strength of the entire Pusilan Star Region, we will only have an even broader future..."
Ye Luo raised an eyebrow without committing himself. He glanced at Zhelisi, who was taking the time to heal his injuries, and asked softly, "What are the requirements for a Level Six civilization to advance to Level Seven?"
The elf smiled. "The ability to create spatial wormholes and ensure their safety. The universe is simply too vast. Without wormholes,