The fall of the Tower Dominator was only the beginning. In this war, no creature of any rank could truly remain safe.
In the boundless Void, the Dominators began forming groups, hoping to make up for their shortcomings through cooperation.
It was the right decision, but they had overlooked one thing: what they faced appeared to be multiple individuals, but these Civilization Devourer avatars were in fact one single creature.
When it came to coordination, their mutual understanding was far greater.
Yet the Dominators who had fallen into a disadvantage had no choice but to do this. Without forming teams, death was the only road ahead; with a team, there was still a sliver of hope.
"Damn it, you lot are truly useless!"
In the Void, a Dominator who resembled a Tyrannosaurus rex let out an angry roar. His battle had originally been evenly matched; he and the Civilization Devourer's avatar had traded blows back and forth, and he had even held the upper hand.
But after the Dominators formed groups, a new avatar emerged from who knew where and joined his battlefield.
At once, the scales of victory tipped in the other direction.
But why would the other Dominators care about him? Some were mercenaries, while others were Dominators who had inherited dimensions from alliance civilizations. They were not friends with the Dinosaur Dominator, and they did not even have any acquaintance with him. Under such circumstances, they had to ensure their own survival.
Still, where there was bad news, there was naturally good news as well.
Boom!
Samael threw a fierce punch, piercing straight through the body of the Civilization Devourer's avatar before him. That single blow blasted a hollow through the center of its star-sized body, a void vast enough to contain a small world.
Within that