At this moment.
Grinning faces appeared beyond the starry sky.
Stars transformed into the faces of gods, casting their vision down once more, focusing on the "delayed" decisive battle.
Fingers clenched, annihilation and collapse linked in sequence, turning the warships into wreckage.
Yi Lin calmly traversed through the wreckage of the warships.
"You put on a good act, but your origin isn't enough to sustain it," a small bat conjured a pink cookie from out of nowhere, with illusory faces wailing on its surface. It munched on the cookie and kindly reminded.
Greene saw through Yi Lin's recently acquired godhood, realizing his lack of foundation in "origin," unable to contend with the long-cultivated Nemesis.
In the "Center of Everything," there must be a high-speed production line for omnics; otherwise, they wouldn't emerge endlessly.
Yi Lin was about to say something.
After a moment of silence, Yi Lin's expression changed, and his furrowed brows relaxed.
