Pinaka coldly commented, "the fate of the weak, and the fate of those who've offended others to the point of no return." She had no pity towards the Lycan race. There were very, very few reasons why a force would launch a full-blown war with the intent to commit genocide. Anyone who reached that point likely deserves a bit of the blame.

Yan Zaizen thoughts were in agreement. The Lycans seemed like a rambunctious bunch with fierce aggressiveness, it was likely in their nature to offend and fight. After all, what type of individual irrationally attacks someone they weren't a match for? When he compared species he came across before, they weren't so aggressive.

"This makes me quite curious as to how the Lycans started this conflict." As he pondered on this thought, he was soaring through chaotic s.p.a.ce. Arriving at the spatial array that sealed s.p.a.ce, his eyes s.h.i.+ned.

"This array is established in multi-levels of s.p.a.ce, including the spatial void, chaotic s.p.a.ce, and standard s.p.a.ce." Calmly a.n.a.lyzing this array, he found it more and more profound. He wondered if he could establish a similar restriction with his cultivation.

Taking a step back, he pointed his index finger and waved it in the emptiness of chaotic s.p.a.ce. A blip of light s.h.i.+ned at the tip of his finger, then it expanded in a formless...o...b..of light.

Looking at this light, his brows furrowed for a bit. He tapped out once more, this time with his other index finger. It touched the formless light. Suddenly, the light s.h.i.+ned even brighter than before. This eruption of vast silver light caused Yan Zaizen's eyes to become suffused with ecstasy, like a person discovering a new continent.

The silver light started to solidify until it created a silver spherical construct about the size of a fist. In this sphere, s.p.a.ce was isolated. It was as if a barrier had created two separate areas in s.p.a.ce.

"So quick?" Pinaka was startled. Yan Zaizen may be a Non-Ent.i.ty, but this related to laws and not arts. This array was essentially an advanced art through mediums, yet Yan Zaizen deduced and replicated it in seconds. It seems his intelligence and deduction skills were truly advancing as he grew.

"Haha!" With bolstering laughter, Yan Zaizen immersed in his grand achievement. "The plan can work! I'm ninety-percent sure I can break this barrier!"

The replication of the array art posed no difficulty to him because it was based heavily on conceptual laws that he was intimately familiar with. The twelve regalias may cover separate spatial concepts, but they were all covered by the Spatial Form of Infinite Stability.

When his World Law of s.p.a.ce ascended to the Imperial Law of s.p.a.cetime, his comprehension and control of s.p.a.ce reached a whole new level. Therefore, all it took was a little testing, a little luck, and a lot of heaven-defying talent.

"First, Lycans. Then, Regalias!" His eyes flickered with a light of greed. Like a shadow, he vanished.

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In a grand hall filled with grand statues of warriors and monarchs of the Lycan Race, fourteen Lycan cultivators circled with depressed expressions.

The focus of this group was a grey-haired, long-bearded, slim, and hunchback old man. His eyes still contained a ferocious light, but the intensity of which made you realize he was far from his prime. This was the Grand Ancestor of the Lycans, an eighth-floor Heavenly Genesis Cultivator, that stood above all other Lycans in the realm.

At this very moment, he seemed particularly tired as his expression was droopy and exhausted. One could see the situation had worn down his mentality. The others weren't an exception.

"..." Admah was silent as he looked about. Compared to others, he was rather calm about the situation.

"It's unfortunate…" The middle-aged woman with the scar on her face, Levana, slowly said. Her tone was filled with a trace of defeatism. Earlier, they had discovered who the culprit of the Ancestral Burial Chambers theft - Eitan Gal. This was the man who brazenly killed hundreds of thousands of outsiders, kidnapped Princess Itai, King Moshe's daughter, and trapped them within the spatial array.

This one man was the bane of their existence, and his involvement left them with no escape other than to be exterminated to the last. Normally, with the help of their realm formation, they could fend off even ninth level forces, but Eitan had segregated the formation in half, essentially making it a non-factor.

If it was only that, it wouldn't be hard to escape, but the barrier constructed from a profound array left them trapped. Earlier, King Moshe had used their spatial expert in hopes of creating a small opening to gather reinforcements. This led to them being all ma.s.sacred and his daughter's fate as an unknown.

His plan was irrational and filled with desperation.

A single man left them caged like animals, capable of nothing but waiting for extermination. They were downtrodden and defeated. To the point that they were so desperate that they had to make a deal with the Banhu Race to ensure their survival. Even though that deal was bitter and disgraceful.

However, Eitan seemed to be a thousand moves ahead. Somehow, he robbed the Ancestral Burial Grounds and left without alerting the guards or formations.

The way he achieved this was mind-boggling to them, but it was in a similar way as Yan Zaizen infiltration - chaotic s.p.a.ce. After all, even Heavenly Commanders have a h.e.l.lish time navigating chaotic s.p.a.ce. Sometimes, they could enter one area and end up in an entirely different realm.

Distance, direction, and time was nearly impossible to determine unless one comprehends the relevant laws. It was this reason that, even through heavenly sense, even Heavenly Commanders in the Sirius t.i.tan Realm can only vaguely pinpoint Yan Zaizen's location. If they entered themselves, they would struggle deeply and could even be lost.

"Haaa...how did it come to this?" Abrams, the Ancestor, asked rhetorically.

However, when these words were said, they all turned to Admah. In their eyes were faint hatred and dense fury.

"Would any of us be in this mess if it wasn't for you?!" King Moshe violently lashed out, his mentality was near collapse with all the setbacks. The others had eyes confirming his words, only Levana was silent.

"You too! You idiotic b.i.t.c.h!" King Moshe bared his fangs as he faced Levana, as if he was ready to rip them apart. Abrams softly sighed but didn't say anything to defuse the situation. With the current circ.u.mstance, they were all but finished. There was a way out, but it was a way they could never accept and the only reason why they still existed - to become true slaves.

If they declared themselves as true slaves, their race will continue but forever be servants to the Darnixians. This truly was a terrible fate. But in the end, will this be their fates?

Admah and Levana coldly snorted simultaneously, their eyes showing no fear for this self-proclaimed king!

As the atmosphere became tense, a ripple surged at the end of the room. It drew everyone's attention. From this ripple, a young man dressed in an amber-gold robe, with an astonis.h.i.+ng physique with a perfect set of muscles and proportions, and amber-gold eyes effusing the confidence to fight the heavens.

Yan Zaizen arrived, under the bewildered and cautious gazes of them all, he calmly smiled displaying his perfect set of white teeth, "If you want to live…" His words were smooth and caused the others expressions to change.

"Let's make a deal."

When those words were said, Abrams felt his heart shake. It was as if his savior had appeared, but this savior was a devil in angel skin.