"The Sky race still came." Wang Ye sighed.
The first time he had severely injured the devil race and the evil eye race, he knew that the Primordial Star could not escape this misfortune.
As long as the devil race's target was still the five territories of Primordial Star, the Sky race's second attack was sure to fall on them.
After all, this was the only way to maximize the benefits of the four races alliance.
Using the Sky race's forces to heavily injure the Primordial Star experts, they could take more than one territory.
Once Primordial Star collapsed, the five territories would fall one after another!
Therefore, he was prepared.
Long before the war between the low-dimensional races began, he had prepared two trump cards.
One was the Spirit race. It took control of the Self-Improving Race Alliance and acted as a spy, and at the same time, he obtained spiritual spell grand arrays from them.