At this mont, the Green Staff Emperor, who was gulping down one nutrient solution after another, spoke.
Beside this Emperor was a dical team, continually injecting various dicines into him, attaching IV drips, and applying various dical patches.
Under such exquisite top-tier dical skills and at great cost, his injuries were, surprisingly, healing at an unimaginable speed.
This sight sent a hint of terror through Amoka, who was entangled from afar, and he thought to himself:
"These guys, I couldn’t kill them instantly, and they actually recovered!"
In an instant, he had the thought of leaving.
Since failure was highly probable, he didn’t want to risk his own life, nor did he want to tangle with the natives here.
With this thought, he decisively fled into the Death World, starting his escape.
"Trying to leave?"
"He can only stay for a hundred seconds before he cos out."
"Calculate his speed for , and determine the exact coordinates where he’ll drop out of the Death World after a hundred seconds, then send people to all directions to capture him!"
The ssage fell.
The Emperor of the Eighth Tier Civilization Empire was clearly enraged.
As one of the three strongest Emperors of this Cosmic Layer, it was the first ti he suffered such a loss, so how could he let the other party leave?
"Run, indeed. Run."
"Let see who exactly is behind such a small Seventh Tier adversary."
The Green Staff Emperor’s eyes showed a hint of killing intent, and he turned around.
He entered a certain secret chamber and awakened a few elders heavily sealed in the nutrient pods.
A haunting, aged voice echoed: "Who is it... Ah, it’s Green Staff."
Green Staff respectfully said, "It’s the annual dinsional ascension period again."
"Oh, weren’t we not ascending?"
"Indeed, little Green Staff. If we were to go up, we would have already caught up with the civilization’s train and moved on to higher trials."
They had long stood at the pinnacle of the first trial, but for various reasons, they chose not to press forward.
But Green Staff...
This young Emperor, however, was preparing to follow the current period’s train to rush to the second Trial Universe Layer.
"Are you preparing to leave? So, you awakened us?"
"No," Green Staff said. "With this dinsional ascension, the civilization arrived with a civilization train... bringing forth entirely new unknown powers."
"A civilization called God... entered with a train and almost allowed a re Seventh Tier mortal to kill ."
"What?" The aged voice suddenly flipped open the nutrient pod, letting out a shocked voice:
"A civilization just preparing to undergo dinsional ascension managed to hurt you so?"
Soon, the group saw the entire walkthrough projection of Amoka’s attack.
An indescribable excitent surged in their hearts; wealth moves people’s hearts, and such power was too enticing.
"Contact the supre council of the Empire and activate the world-destroying level weapons."
"Mobilize all military forces and pursue relentlessly this attacker, tracking down the civilization behind him."
Soon, under the mobilization of all military forces of the entire three strongest Green Sand Empires of the cosmos, a full-scale military war began to unfold slowly.
At the eting.
Soon, the other two empires were gathered, the Green River Empire, and the Green Wood Empire.
The more they lacked sothing, the more they wanted to show they possessed it; without exception, all three empires of this cosmos missed that verdant and lush environnt.
Soon, in the massive conference room.
"Everyone, you are all the top experts from this universe."
"So of you are from past civilizations’ dinsional ascension, staying at the first Desert Universe Layer, and so are natives proliferated from ancient remnant civilizations."
The speaker was the Green Staff Emperor, who was gathering all available resources, preparing to join forces to seize this big cake.
Below, so were experts of chanical civilizations, while others hailed from barbarian civilizations that valued primitive lee combat, even wearing nothing but animal skins.
There were physics-loving brutes, technology-enthusiast scientists, and starry sky swordsn who practiced mind-controlled flying swords.
They were all top-tier experts from various civilizations, and their target was only one:
Amoka.
"It’s already been clarified that he’s from so remote desert bandits. According to available information, he raided a city-state nad Lisha a few months ago when he was just an ordinary weakling bound by seven shackles."
"Just a few months?" soone gasped, "and he turned into this monster?"
Challenging the Eighth Tier as a Seventh Tier, this was not a battle of the sa echelon.
This was not on the sa level.
This was an absolute display of a civilization’s foundation, technological strength!
Because everyone knew, only a civilization dinsion crushing to a desperate level could achieve this rate.
For example, a Seventh Tier civilization could casually drop a spaceship, enabling a weakling from a Third Tier civilization to pilot that spaceship to defeat a Sixth Tier strong person.
This is based on a vast chasm in civilization!
Everyone, thinking about this, carefully watched the combat footage of Amoka, breathing more heavily, eyes full of awe.
God...
The God ntioned by the other party, what dinsion of existence could it be?
Another small dwarf emitting tallic, colorful gloss questioned:
"Are you sure? A civilization that just underwent dinsional ascension, riding the dinsional train... has the power to threaten our Eighth Tier?"
"Yes."
The Green Staff Emperor took a deep breath, analyzing Amoka’s combat footage fra by fra,
"This person possesses a bunch of vague, conceptual items granted to him, which can be seen only as a phantom when worn."
"How would you describe it? It’s like the gas you play; so top-tier equipnt doesn’t need to be worn on the body, as long as they’re in the item slot they’re effective!"
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