Compared to the Huadi Quantum Technology controlled by the Wizard Civilization, the Saiyan race's technology was truly somewhat backward, having merely learned a few superficial scraps.
After all, the numbers and foundation of this Saiyan remnant clan were simply not on the same level as the Wizard World.
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Step by step, the Black Witch King walked toward the center of the spacecraft. Whether low-ranking Saiyan warriors or professional Saiyan scholars, the instant they saw the Black Witch King, their eyes rolled back. Then they collapsed limply and soundlessly. Compared to the Black Witch King, these lowly creatures stood far too distant on the ladder of life. At such close range, the Black Witch King was no different to them than a world-cluster-level void storm.
At the center of the empty vessel was the conference hall. Beneath their feet lay a transparent particle layer, like a sheet of crystal glass—smooth and level, with little decoration, broad and imposing.
As the Black Witch King passed by, "Creak, creak," the crystal glass, designed to withstand the rippling power leaking from mid-ranking Saiyans, was somehow stamped with a trail of pitch-black footprints by the barefoot Black Witch King, extending step by step to the throne at the end of the hall.
Affected by the Black Witch King, the crystal glass throughout the hall seemed to seal black smoke beneath it. As it swam and twisted, it formed one horrifying, wailing face after another, before returning to strands of smoke. It made one unable to help feeling that the sight from just a moment ago had been nothing but an illusion.
At the same time, within this cramped space, affected by the Black Witch King's Yellow Springs Netherworld True Body, illusory laws intruded upon reality. The emotions