At this moment, no one could utter a word. The atmosphere fell silent. Following a brief pause, someone from the Gus Race asked, "What do we do now, Lord?"
This level-8 cosmic realm state from the Gus Race wiped the blood from his mouth.
"The means employed by a cosmic monarch state are mysterious and incomprehensible. I don't know if that being found us or not. We can't stay at the Chaos Planet anymore. Leave now!"
The others' eyes flashed with terror. The mention of the words 'cosmic monarch state' alone imposed an insurmountable pressure on them.
They quickly disguised themselves and ran off.
…
On the Elf Race ship, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. They would be spending the next five months onboard the transport.
In order to search for resources, their cultivation progress has slowed down lately. Still, they manage to acquire a lot.
