Hill spotted the war raging in the distance while he was still far away.
Two Lineages had joined forces to attack a single faction from both sides, and their opponent was struggling on the brink of death.
Judging by the auras of their star imprints, those two Lineages were the Kuafu Lineage and the Desolate Lineage.
As for the faction under attack, Hill did not care.
Such things were perfectly normal. In the universe, the strong devoured the weak.
Hill had originally planned to wait where he was and approach to trade once they finished fighting.
Unexpectedly, the battle was fierce. The besieged faction fought back valiantly, with strangely shaped ships, rather interesting planets, and races he had never seen before.
The faction consisted of more than two thousand planets, each half white and half red. Countless ships outside the planets exchanged fire with the two Lineages.
The faction's starfolk consisted of two races. One was entirely white and gave off a freezing chill, resembling creatures made of ice. They also fought using ice-based abilities.
The other race was red all over, with the air around them slightly distorted. They resembled creatures made of fire and attacked with fire-based abilities.
Two races whose elements countered each other actually lived on the same planets, and their skills merged without any conflict. It was rather puzzling.
Seeing this, Hill directed his planets toward the star system ahead, only for a missile to explode in the flight path before him.
A voice came from afar. "Combat ahead. Further passage is prohibited. Proceed at your own risk."
Hill frowned slightly but said nothing more. After all, he had come to trade, and getting into a conflict would do him no good.
The battle ahead was brutal. The defenders fought valiantly, with advanced weapons and