Hope 2

"It wasn't hard. This wasn't my strength alone—the companions of the Giant Whale Clan and the brothers of the Extreme Cold Domain also contributed," the black mud-faced man said in a low voice.

"Then, for the sake of restoring the balance of everything," Gray said solemnly.

"Yes, for the balance of everything!" Duomoluo nodded. "Go. We've already made all the arrangements. Don't stop. Before they can react, charge in at top speed and take out their headquarters!"

"I understand!" Gray nodded.

The Primordial Remnant Clan's strength was no match for the Light that was currently at its peak. Their numbers had always been limited, and they could not withstand a war of attrition. Thus, the forces truly engaged in the attritional war were still those under the Three Poles' own command.

Previously, he had beguiled someone named Dragon and had him establish a vast and powerful force known as the Sacrificial Gods.

And now, it was time to put them to use.

Gray said no more. Silently leading his troops, he accelerated toward the inner regions of the main star system.

Duomoluo and the other man watched from afar as they rapidly departed, neither moving for a long while.

Only after they had completely vanished from sight did he shake his head and let out a sigh.

"The war has only begun, and yet it is already about to end."

He looked at the one-horned giant beside him, who wore the same wistful expression.

"In any case, they could never defeat His Majesty the Holy Emperor. You needn't blame yourself. We are merely speeding up the process, allowing them to return to our Lord more quickly."

The blue giant nodded.

"I understand. I merely lament that the old era is destined to pass, while new light has become the main