Meng Chuan watched the group members online talk about their lives, a smile lingering on his face. No one had stopped moving forward; everyone was busy with their own affairs.
As Meng Chuan remembered it, ever since Belial had fallen and set off that war, Daigu's world seemed to have shifted into high gear.
The war between the two sides had suddenly erupted with greater ferocity across universes, planets—though most of those were Earth—and Space-Time.
The clashes were scattered, but their reach was astonishingly wide.
Powerful Ultramen and the Dark Forces took the stage one after another. New concepts kept cropping up, and that blue Ultraman kept inventing devices that gave everyone an unfair edge.
A classic example was borrowing power on credit.
And Daigu seemed to be the one everyone kept borrowing from...
As for Luo Feng's world, war was unavoidable.
Luo Feng's rise, the appearance of the Main God Space, and the Human Race's rapid growth over the past few hundred thousand years had all made the other races feel deeply threatened.
Of course, apart from Luo Feng, whose advantage put every other advantage to shame, the other Human Race geniuses and powerhouses were advancing quickly but still within an acceptable range. Their progress fit the understanding the Primal Universe had held for ages.
So the Hostile Races no longer wanted to let the Human Race keep developing.
While the Human Race's gains were still new and had yet to become overwhelming strength on every front, they decided to start a war.
Luo Feng had shaken the Primal Universe and the Universe Ocean, but he was only one man. The Hostile Races took him so seriously that they chose to start the war themselves.
At this point in time, they were confident they could defeat Luo Feng and