With the Salamander Whale clone there to intimidate them, the Demon Race and Machine Race no longer dared to try anything underhanded.
Inside the Star Tower on the Seventh Battlefield.
"Hmm... over these fifty years, our Seventh Battlefield has killed more than four hundred Venerables from the Demon Race and Machine Race. Most of the survivors have gone into hiding. I doubt we'll kill many more in the next fifty years."
The Seventh Battlefield under Tian Shi's command rode a wave of unstoppable momentum. The Human Race and Zerg teams had nothing to fear. Killing one enemy made it worthwhile; killing two meant they came out ahead.
The other side's morale had hit rock bottom. They could only hide throughout the Cosmic Secret Realm. Even when they fought, they struggled to give it their all, and their teams had little cohesion.
As time passed, most of the weaker Venerables and those with poor survival abilities had already fallen. Only those with considerable strength or exceptional means of survival were still clinging to life.
They hid among the Star Tower's many passages. If they were lucky, they could go a long time without encountering a team from the Human Race's side. If they were unlucky, well, too bad.
Better luck next time.
"Hahaha, that felt good!" Tian Shi led his squad to wipe out another alien team.
The Venerables on his team had never felt so satisfied. In fifty years of the Territorial War, they had killed many alien Venerables and vented much of their accumulated hatred.
They felt fantastic, and they had earned plenty of spoils too-several Supreme Treasures and Heavy Treasures apiece at the very least.
The repeated battles had also brought faint improvements to their strength. Once the war ended and they returned to their race for a