Things Don’t Seem Right

The crystal ship soon made its way into the Barbarian God Planet.

At this moment, two cosmic system state barbarians stopped in front of the ship. They looked imposing as they wore cold expressions.

One of the barbarians probed, "Who are you?"

The Barbarian Race had turned vigilant at this time. It was a necessity since the leader of the race and the rest of the cultivators were currently paying their respects to the ancestral souls. The sacred period couldn't be interrupted.

The occupants of the ship frowned. Since time immemorial, they were revered as the top-notch prodigies of a prominent cosmic cloud state civilization. Hence, no cosmic system state civilization had treated them like this. It greatly irked them.

When Fred scanned the place outside the window, he saw the dense cluster of corpses. He was taken aback.

"Look at the surface of the planet."

Cager said, "As expected, the insectoid tide plagued this planet."