Saiyan Planet.
Ever since they had entered into an employment partnership with the Wizard World, the Saiyans had continued to multiply and thrive. The advantageous traits of this battle race from prehistoric spacetime had now fully manifested. From merely two or three high-level Saiyan warriors stranded in this spacetime at the beginning, there were now more than fifteen high-level Saiyans in plain sight alone!
It had to be said, this race's bloodlust for battle was truly terrifying.
Of course, what the Saiyans called high-level warriors were Saiyans with combat power exceeding one million. Such combat power was far stronger than that of ordinary Stigmata Wizards in the Wizard World, but somewhat weaker than peak True Spirit Wizards, and vastly inferior to True Spirit Wizards. Thus, the disparities among high-level Saiyans were also immense.
On this day, an uninvited guest descended upon Saiyan Planet: Green, the First-generation Wizard King.
Black flames blazed fiercely, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. The three-thousand-headed Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird had grown beyond one hundred thousand meters in size. It was truly a colossal monster, exuding tyranny and savagery. Whether as Green's mount or his elemental true body, it was more than sufficient.
Green's sudden arrival caused some panic among the Saiyans, especially their upper ranks. Everyone knew that none could match the First-generation Wizard King's strategy and courage. Under the Wizard Alliance ruled by this First-generation Wizard King, every ambition of the Saiyan race had been suppressed until it could scarcely breathe.
From the instant a Saiyan was born, every drop of blood, every cell, every strand of gene came with battle and betrayal. Saiyans never trusted any allies, experiments, or even contracts. The only thing Saiyans believed in was their own combat power, capable of crushing all things.
Yet it had to be