Chihane walked slowly into Orochimaru's laboratory. As soon as he entered, he saw Orochimaru dissecting a Four-Armed Race corpse on the operating table.
He walked over to Orochimaru and asked softly, "Teacher Orochimaru, you wanted to see me?"
Hearing Chihane's voice, Orochimaru stopped what he was doing, stepped down from the operating platform, and picked up a nearby towel. As he wiped his hands, he said, "Our alien friends have been a great help to my experiments."
"But they were subordinates of Otto, an overlord of the universe. With them falling here, more enemies will probably come looking for us. We need to prepare for battle in advance. Compared to them, we're still somewhat lacking."
"Chihane, what do you think about this?"
With that, Orochimaru walked to the laboratory window. Looking at the dark clouds gathering in the sky outside, he couldn't help knitting his brows tightly.
The more one learned, the more one understood one's own insignificance.
Whether it was the intelligence obtained by the Interrogation Department, the information recovered from the warships Bal and his men had left behind, or the knowledge extracted from the Four-Armed Race's memories through a secret technique, it had all made Orochimaru fully appreciate the vastness and grandeur of the universe.
The information they currently had indicated that there were at least a dozen individuals in the universe as powerful as Bal, and at least five who were stronger!
And that was only individual strength. The technological gap was even more terrifying. Only after acquiring those four warships did Orochimaru realize how close he had been to death.
There was a weapon called the Planet-Busting Cannon, which could destroy a planet with a single shot from outside its atmosphere, leaving no time to react.
Even more frightening was that this was merely what