The night sky above the Earth Empire tore open like shredded cloth.
Hundreds of portals, each as large as a mountain, spread crimson light across the horizon. From them marched an army meant to erase entire civilizations in minutes: ten thousand diamond-rank monsters, eight hundred legend-rank behemoths, and leading them, twenty-three legend-peak leviathans whose roars cracked the world for hundreds of kilometers.
In distant crystal observatories, the native powerhouses were watching this with tension and excitement.
This natives were players once and after their leader surpassed the mythical realm, could they become natives here.
That was not the end. In the countless eons, countless new civilization came here and they destroyed them with their own hands and kept their top powerhouses as family members or slaves.
This ways, each native powerhouse had roots so deep that couldn't be destroyed by a mere storm.
