Sitasia's startled cry drew Stone Mother's attention. "Really?"
Stone Mother found her answer in Sitasia's terrified eyes. It seemed almost certain to be true. After all, the Water-Mirror Sword had originally been the Atlas people's Divine Artifact.
Mysterious Bird remained composed. "I'm afraid something isn't right here."
No sooner had she spoken than the Noto Race man demanded loudly, "What does your Black Market have to say for itself now?"
The Golden-Masked Man replied evenly, "In ten thousand years of operation, the Black Market has never broken its word. There must be some misunderstanding. Give me three days to investigate. If the fault truly lies with the Black Market, we will compensate you tenfold."
The Noto Race man laughed. "Tenfold? Six thousand galaxies? Does your Black Market even have that many? Even handing over everything you own wouldn't be enough."
The Golden-Masked Man bowed courteously. "Whether it is enough can wait until three days from now. I, Dark Gold Tower, swear on my reputation as the Black Market's third leader that I will give everyone a satisfactory answer in three days."
Stone Mother laughed. "Three days? Hahaha! That Noto fellow probably won't even live until tomorrow."
Mysterious Bird calmly reminded her, "The Insect Race Warship we're aboard is unaffected by this Alternate-Dimensional Space."
Before Stone Mother could issue an order, countless insects of every kind flew out of the Insect Race Warship. In this Alternate-Dimensional Space, the other warships had no power, and the darkness was so complete that no one could see a hand before their face. Parasitizing and infiltrating them was child's play for the Insect Race.
Soon, the Insect Race's {Ghost Shadow Bugs} pinpointed the Female Priestess's location. Yet when Stone Mother ordered the Insect Race Warship to attack, it remained motionless, showing no intention of helping