Ren Xiaoyao immediately noticed the change in Ye Feng's mood and realized he had said the wrong thing.
He hastily slapped his own mouth and said apologetically:
"Me and my big mouth, talking without thinking. Ye Feng, don't take it to heart!"
Ye Feng waved a hand and said:
"It's fine. Since you want to go, come along. But watch out for yourself. The battlefield is full of powerful fighters. Don't get yourself swatted to death by accident!"
Ren Xiaoyao gave a sleazy grin.
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I just want to take part this time. I won't fight those powerful fighters. The moment things look wrong, I'll run!"
Hearing Ren Xiaoyao say this, Ye Feng nodded in relief.
Afterward, Ye Feng took the women to Makarov Manor, then headed to the battlefield with Ren Xiaoyao.
Two days later, the Allied Forces of the Three Great Star Regions completed their spatial jumps and advanced toward the Ōtsutsuki Star Region like a raging torrent.
Countless warships gleamed with cold light, forming a magnificent fleet.
Meanwhile, the Ōtsutsuki Clan stood ready for battle.
Although the Ōtsutsuki Clan was not skilled in technology, its members possessed tremendous individual fighting strength.
The Ōtsutsuki warriors wore magnificent battle suits, their eyes revealing determination and resolve.
They stood in orderly ranks, forming an unbreakable defensive line.
As the Allied Forces gradually approached, an elderly Ōtsutsuki slowly floated out of the ranks.
He glared at the Allied Forces with eyes full of fury and shouted:
"Are your Three Great Star Regions truly going to break our original agreement and plunge the universe into war? Aren't you afraid of the wrath of our God of Ōtsutsuki?"
His voice brimmed with boundless anger and grief, as though they were the victims.
Then Daimian's scornful voice rang out:
"Hmph!