In the endless cosmos, a space fortress floated.
Inside a spacious meeting room, the high-levels of the three races, including Lala Nisi, Ying Xian, and Avit, were gathered.
All the blade demons had a bad expression on their faces. They looked at the Dark Metal Demons and Black Smoke Race with strong dissatisfaction.
Lala Nisi's face was cold. "Why didn't you think of a way to kill Lu Ze first before retreating?! If he matures, it won't benefit any of our races!"
Ying Xian replied, "The loss would be too great. Three of our level-6 planetary states died, and more of those who were below that state did too. Who would compensate for such a huge loss? If the stalemate continued, the losses would increase further."
