At this moment in the ancient plane, in the secret rooms of several major families, the elders were repeatedly watching the scenes in Newt's memory.
A middle-aged cultivator couldn't help but say, "The Xuanhuang Realm is really overwhelmed. If there's a problem with the God Locking Formation, they'll definitely call back their forces. This is a great opportunity for us to break the formation!"
The leading elder slowly shook his head, tapping his fingertips on the stone table. "Why rush? The withdrawn troops will definitely reinforce the formation first."
"When they throw all their might into filling the gap in their defense, the defense at the center of the formation will be the weakest."
A sinister glint flashed in his eyes. "Wait another half month, until the Xuanhuang Realm is completely worn down by the front lines and the formation. Then we'll take action and break the formation in one fell swoop!"
Everyone present nodded.
At this moment, the cracks deep in the ruins of the Trading Star Realm were still buzzing with a steady stream of races.
Flowing out along the light, scales and sharp claws scraped against the rock wall, making a harsh sound.
The eyes of these creatures were all burning with bloodthirsty light - the sky of the sixth cosmic plane was always filled with rust-colored clouds, and the void was cracked with countless spatial gaps.
Those who can survive understand that weakness is the most deadly poison, and teeth and claws are the proof of survival.
Under the obsidian dome of the huge palace, an enchanting woman was reclining on a bed piled with bones.
The scarlet hem of her skirt flowed over the edge of the couch, and the hanging tassels were decorated with tiny skulls, swaying gently with her laughter.
She watched the creatures tearing at each other in the light curtain, her fingertips twirling around the falling curls.
Suddenly, he sneered, his voice like a poison needle tempered with honey: "Look at these idiots, they turned 'live' into 'kill', which saved me a lot of trouble."
At this time, the door of the palace was pushed open, and Lalabu, who had a dog's body and a human head, walked in with his head lowered and his eyes submissive. He held a star map in his claw-like hands, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.
A low voice tumbled from his throat, his expression lifeless and heartbroken. "Your Majesty, all the species near the cosmic rift have been driven into the fifth cosmic plane, and the border has been sealed with the bone chain you gave us."
The enchanting woman raised her eyelids, her scarlet pupils swept over him, and she suddenly raised her hand. A wisp of black mist shot out from her fingertips and accurately wrapped around his neck.
Lalabu tensed his body instantly, but didn't dare to struggle - the black mist contained the annihilation power of the eighth universe, which was the shackles she had deliberately buried when she reshaped his body.
"Larabu,"
Her voice was as soft as cotton, yet contained icy bits.
"When I picked you up from the ruins of the eighth universe, you only had half a head and a broken leg. Who put together a new body for you? Who allowed you to stand here and speak?"
The black mist tightened, and Lalabu's breathing became heavy, with veins throbbing on his forehead. "Yes... yes, Your Majesty... I dare not forget."
"Don't dare forget?"
The woman loosened her grip and looked at the red mark left on his neck after the black mist dissipated. She chuckled softly, "Then put some spirit into your words."
"If you're like a stone that won't warm up next time, I'll tear you apart and feed you to the bone-eating worms in the cracks. Anyway...the thing the Sixth Universe lacks the least is new 'containers'."
Lalabu suddenly lowered his head, his forehead almost touching the ground, and his voice finally trembled: "I obey your command! Your Majesty, please tell me what to do next?"
The woman lay back down on the couch, her fingertips running across the blood-red gem inlaid on the headboard.
He said nonchalantly, "Let those idiots who were driven to the fifth universe cause a big commotion. It would be best if we could draw out the guardians there."
"Once I dig out the 'source core' of the fifth universe, the sky of the sixth universe will also change color."
As she spoke, she suddenly turned her head to look at the light flowing outside the hall, and a greedy red flashed in her eyes.
"By the way, bring over the fleet that just crawled out of the rift. Tonight's show is quite good, perfect for tonight's blood wine."
Lalabu lowered his head, tapping the ground with his front paws, making a dull sound. After saluting, he turned around and quickly retreated.
The beast's claws stepped on the obsidian floor tiles, leaving tiny scratches, and slowly walked into the shadows outside the hall.
The enchanting woman looked at his tense back, a hint of ambiguous smile curved at the corner of her lips, and her fingertips casually fiddled with the skull tassels hanging from the edge of the couch.
In a flash, her gaze returned to the light curtain floating in front of her - inside, the war in the fifth universe.
It is getting more and more intense, the roars of low-level races and the roars of high-level creatures are mixed together, dyeing the trajectory of the galaxy red with blood.
She shook her wrist lightly, and the image on the screen shifted, freezing in the depths of the Trading Star Realm ruins.
A new race is stepping on the ever-expanding cracks, and the corpses of their own kind are pouring out.
The woman lazily propped up half of her body, her scarlet skirt sliding down her shoulders, reflecting in her eyes.
Amidst the chaos and carnage within the screen, a soft yet bone-chilling laugh echoed: "It's a truly wonderful show... I just don't know how long it will last."
After saying that, she flicked her fingertips, and a domino brimming with dim light flew out from her sleeve, disappeared into the void, and headed directly to the fifth cosmic plane.
Lalabu's figure just disappeared into the shadows outside the hall, and the light curtain at the fingertips of the enchanting woman.
Suddenly, ripples appeared and the scene suddenly switched - to the trading star realm, in a crack deep in the ruins.
The dark purple mist was rolling, and countless twisted limbs could be vaguely seen struggling in the mist.
"Oh, this is just the beginning." She slowly smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt.
The race that had been continuously pouring out from the depths of the ruins was directly swallowed up by the black mist, and a suffocating breath came from it.
That was the deepest instinctive fear of all living things, and the black fog continued to move outwards.
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