"Up ahead is the Long River Star Region. This star region used to be ours, but later the Human Race joined forces with other weak races and captured it."
"Now, every member of the Nether Race throughout the Long River Star Region has been slaughtered by the Human Race."
Upon a mighty, enormous warship stood a dense, countless host of Nether Race powerhouses.
Their expressions were stern, their faces revealing neither joy nor anger.
"The Human Race has quite the nerve."
"Right now, the entire Star River Cosmos has been stirred into no small storm by the Human Race. Even the Heavenly Court has begun sending people to suppress them."
"A farce. It will end soon enough."
The Nether Race powerhouse standing at the very front rubbed his fingers together, his face utterly unconcerned as he spoke.
His expression remained calm, as though he were merely recounting some commonplace matter.
"According to reliable intelligence, the three Demon Race powerhouses who previously appeared in the Heavenly Court went to the Long River Star Region to trouble the Human Race."
After glancing at his confident and fearless leader, the Nether Race scout continued his report.
"And then?"
"And then they were killed by Human Race powerhouses."
"Is that information real?"
At that moment, the expression of the Nether Race powerhouse—previously so confident, with not a flicker of emotion on his face—finally changed.
He slowly turned around and looked at the scout beside him, speaking in a low voice as his expression gradually grew grave.
"Of course it's real."
"Notify the army. Increase our speed. The three Demon Race powerhouses sent by the Heavenly Court were no simple goods, yet they were all dealt with by the Human Race."
"It seems there is a Human Race powerhouse stationed within this Human Race army."