Kokoro stood quietly in the center of the trading star realm, with a faint light lingering around her, and the eight creation gods guarding her side like star rings.
He looked at the creatures of various races that kept pouring in, but never took the initiative to attack.
Suddenly, a teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other came from deep within the ruins, and streams of inky black aura surged out.
The Lord of the Brood walked out slowly with seven indescribable creatures with twisted shapes, and their tentacle-like limbs swayed slightly in the void.
"Yo yo yo, isn't this my sister?" The voice of the Lord of the Brood was like countless needles scraping across metal.
"How did you become so destitute? It seems you've suffered a lot from the Destruction Clan?"
Kokoro raised her eyelids slightly, her gaze swept across the seven trembling creatures, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Get out now, and you can still keep your body intact. Wait until the master comes..."
She paused, a white light condensing from her fingertips, "You should know the consequences."
Those unnameable creatures shuddered violently, bumped into each other with their limbs, and the fear in their eyes almost overflowed - the plan did not mention encountering Kokoro.
They still have some confidence in dealing with the God of Creation, but no one dares to take the risk when facing this man who has the ability to destroy anything at his command.
The tentacles of the Lord of the Brood froze in mid-air, and it was obvious that he had not expected this situation.
The Nest Master's tentacles rolled up a piece of gravel and crushed it into powder in her palm. A strange hoarse sound came from her throat: "Sister, who are you trying to scare? Your master is busy causing trouble for his father-in-law. How can he care about this broken land..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden "boom" explosion behind him.
Among the seven indescribable creatures, the thinnest one was hit by a beam of white light and instantly turned into a nebula-like substance that dissipated within a distance of less than three feet.
The scene before them frightened the other unnameable creatures and the Lord of the Nest so much that their bodies began to tremble continuously. This was an instinctive tremor.
The Lord of the Brood suddenly turned his head and saw two figures walking towards him carelessly. With every step they took, half-foot-wide ice crystals bloomed under their feet.
"Have you had enough fun?" The man's voice was filled with ice chips and was filled with undisguised impatience.
"I was originally discussing compensation with my father-in-law, but the will of the universe suddenly sent a message saying that their precious daughter had gotten into trouble and that I was the one who had to clean up the mess. It was really frustrating."
"Husband, don't say that."
The woman beside him gently tugged at his sleeve, her tone gentle, "Our little darling has her reasons for everything she does. Besides, since we're here, let's just get this resolved."
The man curled his lips, but still nodded: "True. But we can't just let this go."
"I need to ask the will of the universe for some compensation. It's his fault for not being able to take good care of our daughter and causing me so much trouble for no reason."
Upon hearing this, the woman nodded seriously, agreeing with him.
On the other side, the Lord of the Mother Nest didn't dare to stay and turned around to drill deep into the ruins.
The remaining six unnameable creatures followed closely behind, wishing they had more legs and wanted to escape from the range of this terrifying aura as quickly as possible.
But the man and woman didn't take them seriously at all. The man just raised his hand.
A white light flashed in the palm of his hand. The light was not dazzling, but it carried an irresistible force.
Wherever the light passed, the Lord of the Nest and the six unspeakable creatures didn't even have a chance to struggle.
Just like the marks erased by an eraser, they were directly and abruptly wiped out without even a trace of energy fluctuation left.
"Okay, the trouble is solved." The man clapped his hands, as if to brush off some insignificant dust.
"Kokoro, we're not going back. We still have to go talk to the father-in-law about compensation."
He paused, his eyes sweeping across the Creation Gods present, his tone suddenly becoming stern: "By the way, you are not allowed to slaughter those species that have broken in at will."
"Let the 'fish' in my fish tank handle it. If anyone dares to make a decision on their own, it will break my rules."
A cold light flashed in his eyes. "I don't care about your identity as the Creator God. I will just wipe you out. Do you hear me?"
Including Kokoro, the other eight creator gods dared not raise any objection.
They all nodded repeatedly, not daring to breathe, and responded to the order respectfully.
The man finished speaking, put his arm around the woman's waist, and turned to shatter the void and leave. Kokoro hurriedly stepped forward, bowing, and said, "Sir, what about this ruin..."
Without even turning his head, the man casually said, "Keep it. Give it to the fish in the tank as a new toy."
As the words fell, the two figures had shrunk into points of light in the void, rushing directly into space at superluminal speed, heading towards the seventh universe plane.
The eight creator gods looked at each other in confusion, and it took them a long while before they dared to stand up.
One of the silver-haired elders wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a wry smile, "This master's temper is still so unpredictable."
The other Mother of Life stared at the direction the man had disappeared in, thoughtfully saying, "Don't you think the 'father-in-law' he just mentioned has a similar aura to..."
Before he could finish his words, Kokoro glared back at him: "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."
She turned and looked into the depths of the ruins, where creatures from the sixth universe plane were still pouring out.
The eight creator gods left one after another. Kokoro looked at the place where the Lord of the Mother Nest was wiped out. A trace of memory flashed in her eyes, and then she turned around and left.
Marga looked angrily at the direction his parents left, his fists clenched tightly and his cheeks puffed up into balls.
"That's too much! Since no one wants to accompany me, I have to do something to get their attention!"
The next second, Kokoro appeared in front of Marga, "Kokoro, look, neither of them came back to see me. No, I have to do some more damage."
At this moment, the Will of the Universe suddenly appeared and said, "Don't, please don't make a fuss. You may be fine, but I can't say for sure."
"Here, this is the repaired big head. From now on, if you want to play with toys, tell me and uncle will satisfy you."
Kokoro looked at the Will of the Universe with disdain, but the Will of the Universe pretended not to see it. After comforting Malga, the Will of the Universe left.
On the other hand, the Trading Star Realm suffered.
The Sixth Universe is one innate level higher than the Fifth Universe. Even the small fry there have bronze-level strength.
This crushing force caused the creatures of small and intermediate planes to suffer indiscriminate slaughter, and blood dyed every inch of the trading star realm red.
Fortunately, the top leaders of the invading race seemed to have restraints, and the killing was always confined to the trading star realm and did not spread to other areas.
But even so, the forces of several higher planes have long been unable to sit still - this seemingly restrained violence is more like a long-planned test.
No one can tell whether the butcher's knife will be swung towards their sphere of influence in the next second.
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