In the dark space, scarlet light flowed on the rock wall, reflecting the twisted kneeling figures of the Lamias.

The humanoid creature in the middle slowly stood up, its silver hair falling like a waterfall, dark purple nebulae surging in its pupils - it was the master of the Lamia tribe's nest.

Her fingertips traced the void, feeling the trajectory of the loss of cosmic power, and a cold arc appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Finally... that crack can no longer hold."

The Lamias behind him let out sharp screams, and countless bone wings spread out, bringing up gusts of fishy wind.

The Lord of the Brood took a step forward, his bare feet stepping on the slime-covered ground, and every step caused ripples in the space.

"Remember your mission. After entering the fifth universe, first find the 'Source Core Fragment'. That is the key to tearing apart order. As for those Creation Gods..."

She paused, her nails sharp as blades. "Catch them alive. Doesn't the will of the universe favor them? I want to see what expression it will have when I crush these 'darlings' in front of it."

At the same time, the "ruins" where the plane rift is located have already been undercurrent.

The shadow tribe from the sixth universe slid along the meteorite, and the scales on their bodies reflected cold light.

The lone traveler "Erosion Bone" was suspended in the void. His body was half mechanical and half flesh and blood. The energy blade in his hand was buzzing, and he was obviously calculating the best time to break through the node.

At the edge of the fifth universe, the "Lord of Star Tracks" among the nine creator gods was standing in front of the observation platform, looking at the ever-expanding cracks in the crystal ball with a frown on his face.

"They are coming."

His voice was low, his fingertips tracing across the crystal ball. "The will of the universe chose to turn a blind eye. Does it think we can handle it? But the Destruction Clan dared to mobilize the power of the universe. There's definitely more to it than just 'destruction'."

The "Mother of Life" next to her gently stroked the vines wrapped around her arms.

Her petal-like lips parted slightly. "Those tribes aren't the key. The key is Lamia's nest master. Once she enters our plane..."

Before he finished speaking, the crack suddenly trembled violently, and a dark purple figure emerged first. It was the master of Lamia's nest.

She raised her hand and grabbed a floating meteorite, crushing it into powder, her eyes sweeping across the chaotic node area.

Finally, it landed in the direction of the fifth universe and let out a soul-piercing scream: "The game has begun."

The small figure playing in the original place suddenly looked up, and his eyes were accurately locked on that spatial node.

The childish voice carried unquestionable authority: "Kokoro, immediately go to the node area and drive out the invaders!"

Kokoro nodded in response, and her figure instantly faded and disappeared, leaving only a faint golden afterimage cutting through the air.

After Kokoro left, the small figure - Marga took out a cup of bubbling juice from the void, and the straw pierced the rim of the cup.

She glanced sideways in a certain direction and said vaguely, "Now that you're here, don't hide. Do you think I'm blind? Or do you think I'm young and easy to bully?"

Before he finished speaking, a transparent figure emitting the aura of the origin of the universe slowly appeared, and the faint light of billions of stars flowed around him.

He looked at Malga, his tone filled with anger: "The Destruction Clan can act so recklessly? Malga, is this how your parents taught you to protect the fifth universe?"

Marga curled his lips, stirring the straw into ripples in the cup. He just focused on gulping down the juice and didn't respond at all.

Upon seeing this, the Will of the Universe was so angry that its transparent figure began to tremble, but it said nothing more.

He lightly clenched his fingertips, and the big head that was tormented beyond recognition by Marga suddenly shrank countless times and turned into a blood bead in the palm of his hand.

As his knuckles moved slightly, billions of tiny soul light particles broke free from the blood beads, rushing towards the sky like fireflies, and returning to the cycle of the universe.

After doing all this, the will of the universe looked deeply at Marga who was still drinking juice with his head down. His figure gradually faded and finally dissipated into the void.

Seeing that the will of the universe had left, Marga threw the empty juice cup. The cup drew an arc in the air and disappeared out of thin air.

Malga touched the tip of his nose, a sly glint in his eyes.

Getting into trouble? She didn't care - after all, there were tall people to hold up the sky if it fell, and the old man of the will of the universe was very tough, so this little noise was nothing.

Just thinking about the big head that was taken away, she couldn't help smacking her lips: "That thing is as hard as black iron, just right for the new Lamia to use as a sparring partner."

"The last time I saw them fighting, they were so limp, like they were being tickled. I'm just in need of a sparring partner."

She suddenly came to the crystal and said, "Hey, all of you, come here! Since we don't have anyone to practice with, let's have a sparring match. Whoever wins will get ten times the pet food!"

When the Lamias heard this, they immediately became excited and gathered around, with the fighting spirit in their eyes even stronger than before.

Malga folded his arms and stared at the crystal, laughing. "Yes, that's it. Hit it hard!"

The trading star realm is now a hell on earth.

Lamia and other alien races rushed out from the depths of the ruins, sweeping across the entire star realm like a black tide.

Wherever it passed, all living things were devoured, and the once bustling trading market was left with only ruins and solidified dark traces.

A few lucky ones fled in a hurry by driving their ships. The hulls were covered with claw marks and burn holes, and the engines emitted a dying whine as they fled. It was obvious that the losses were extremely heavy.

What’s even more terrifying is that the subsidiary planes of the Trading Star Realm were not spared either.

The creatures in the sixth cosmic plane are like precise killing machines, focusing only on slaughter and turning a blind eye to scattered property.

Whenever the life force of a subordinate plane completely dissipates, they will immediately evacuate with the corpses, leaving only the dead plane floating in the universe.

This organized and purposeless massacre sent chills down the spines of the remaining fugitives - this was no ordinary chaos, but more like a long-planned purge.

The survivors reported the invasion of alien races to the various higher-level forces.

For a moment, the Matrix Galaxy, which was originally filled with smoke, suddenly became quiet, and all forces were thinking about what to do next?

Only in this way can the forces you belong to gain greater benefits.