Unholy Shrieks

In a flash, the eighty two Primals unleashed their power and ripped open an utterly massive portal the size of earth's moon!

Within the portal, Saint Dul'Akharat and the rest could see endless rows of strange spaceships.

They were all uniform in shape.

Bowl shaped with beautiful angular wings above them that housed all sorts of weaponry.

By his initial estimate, over one hundred trillion spaceships were standing by.

Their mere existence spoke of a military industry that by far eclipsed the known universe.

If allowed entry into their known universe, they would be more than enough to conquer every single Star System.

"The Gaming Commision's headquarters shall become the spearhead of our operations. Oh look, the Shadow Realm's first fighters are almost here. Saint Dul'Akharat, tell me, am I still underestimating you?" Primal Golden Dragon Soul smiled grimly.

"The Shadow Realm? Not the new universe??" Chairman El'Taras frowned deeply.