Laughter, Joint Application

In the Main Universe, the massive vortex at the entrance to the Secret Realm remained suspended silently at the center of three giant interstellar fortresses, rotating slowly while continuously erupting with seven-colored light.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Streaks of brilliant seven-colored light shot out from the depths of the vortex at short intervals, slicing through the cold void.

The rays of light stabilized quickly in the void before dissipating, revealing the figures wrapped within.

These figures varied in form, including the Spirit Race, Holy Radiance Race, Crystal Spirit Race, and Human Race. There were also the Shi Race with their hideous carapaces and cold compound eyes, as well as the Yuan Race with their wild forms covered in scales, armor, and bone spurs.

Most of these figures had extremely withered auras, and the moment they appeared, they began to curse:

"Damn Shi Race scum! Setting an ambush!"

"So close! Damn Spirit Race, I was just a hair's breadth away from snatching that Source Pattern Grass!"

"Yuan Race. Just wait, next time I go in, I'm targeting the Yuan Race first!"

"Bad luck! I had just discovered a Star Sea wonder when I got surrounded."

"My weapon! My treasures!!"

Amidst the cursing, these powerhouses of varying strength followed the guidance heard in their minds. After slightly orienting themselves, they flew toward the giant interstellar fortresses belonging to their respective factions, guided by the monitoring platforms or beacons suspended in the surrounding void.

A small number of figures, however, had lost consciousness by the time the light faded, drifting through the void like meteorites, clearly on the verge of death.

At this moment, on several giant medical platforms set up by the three races around the Secret Realm entrance, powerhouses of corresponding levels immediately moved to catch those dying members. They performed