As tens of millions of Martial Artists from the five major galaxies descended into chaos, swarming into the star's interior like headless flies, the external battlefield—previously frozen in a stalemate—instantly emptied.
The only ones left behind were the unlucky few who were slightly weaker, a bit slower to react, or delayed for a moment by a stab in the back from an "ally."
What they faced was the ravenous army from Galaxy No. 99 at Caesar's back, advancing as one like a torrent of steel.
There was no suspense.
It was a one-sided slaughter.
After completely wiping out the tens of thousands of stragglers who failed to escape, Caesar's golden eyes turned indifferently toward the giant, dark-red star ahead.
"Seize the [Brutebeast Fragments]!"
"If you encounter a Martial Artist not from Galaxy No. 99, kill them on sight!"
The icy voice became an undeniable command, echoing in the mind of every Martial Artist from Galaxy No. 99.
"Yes!"
