Somewhere in the explored universe, the Avengers' fleet was slowly moving.
Inside the cabin, Pangon and the others were watching the news of the three Universal Civilizations' victory on the virtual screen.
Looking at the countless galactic races in the image, the Beyond Grade As present had complicated expressions.
"Humph, the three Universal Civilizations became the winners, and the galactic society escaped the calamity. Pangon, are you satisfied now?"
A Beyond Grade A stood with his arms crossed, his tone dissatisfied.
Pangon was expressionless. "There's nothing to be happy about."
"Is that so? But why do I feel like you don't mean what you say? Don't forget what our goal is! To be honest, if you have given up on revenge, you'd better disband early," another person said coldly.
