The Primal Universe.
In the space of a star system, two forces were slaughtering each other.
Both forces were human.
One side comprised many races, with white, green, blue, black, red, and other skin and eye colors. Some had animal features such as horns and tails-in short, there were many different races.
They all wore matching standard-issue battle armor, with only slight differences in certain insignia between ranks.
They flew out of the enormous starship suspended in space and charged at their opponents.
The other side wore a disorderly assortment of clothing and lacked a full complement of equipment, but they were more uniform in race: all were red-skinned humans with a single horn on their heads, with only slight differences in eye and hair color.
Compared with their technologically advanced opponents, their own technological equipment was far too primitive.
But behind them lay their home.
They had fought among themselves in the past, but faced with invaders from the universe, they had no choice but to unite.
Numerous Planetary Level and even Star Level fighters battled in space.
Though the red-skinned, single-horned side had greater numbers, beams of light shot them down as they tried to board the ship.
After braving the barrage, they still had to fight at close quarters, leaving them at a disadvantage.
Meanwhile, on another battlefield not far away,
four even more powerful figures clashed.
More precisely, three red-skinned, single-horned men were attacking a Yinjia Man.
They were all at the peak of Star Level, yet despite fighting three against one, they were at a disadvantage.
Boom!
After another clash, the two sides separated.
Only by working together could they barely hold on.
"Thank you," one of the red-skinned men said to another.
"No need." The other nodded.
"What are you fussing about? Get moving!"