In the starry sky, Su Mo wore a white robe and slowly advanced, holding a giant Soul Summoning Banner.
Behind him was still that massive funeral procession.
It had been six days since they left.
All along the way, Su Mo was like a true Death God, no matter which race's border or territory he reached, his first words were ordering their Divine Level strongmen to come out and kowtow to his master.
If there was any hesitation, Su Mo would mercilessly strike down with his Soul Summoning Banner.
The starry sky shattered, nothing remained, only Su Mo's Origin Points kept increasing.
"Su War God, up ahead is a neutral force, the Centaur Race, and we don't have..."
Su Mo merely glanced at him, and the Divine Level strongman who spoke immediately shut his mouth.
Less than an hour later, a large patch of white dots densely appeared in the void ahead.
As Su Mo looked up, these were not white dots at all, but countless kneeling Alien Races.
