Brother, just how powerful is our family?

This is not the war it is familiar with.

It is not a war in which weaker civilizations are crushed by monstrous beasts, nor is it a war in which both sides bombard each other to see whose shield breaks first.

This is a war on a different level. It is the manipulation of space itself, the manipulation of gravity, and the manipulation of the fundamental laws of the universe.

The Yanhuang civilization mastered this power in just a few decades.

"All units, spread out! Do not cluster together!" the Calamity Nest Lord desperately issued the command. "Use numerical superiority! Surround them! Attack from all directions!"

The army of the Qiong beasts began to disperse, surging towards the fleet of the Yanhuang civilization from all directions.

Although their numbers are much fewer than at their peak, there are still millions of them.

They were like a black ocean, trying to drown the steel fleet.

But the fleet of the Yanhuang civilization was not isolated.

Among them, the Shuttle-class vessels are rapidly maneuvering, capable of opening small gaps at any time to project forces from one theater of operations to another.

As soon as a kudu approached the fleet from the left, several shuttle-class ships appeared on its right and tore it apart with concentrated firepower.

A group of kumi beasts attempted to flank them from behind. Several rifts opened between them, from which the Vengeance-class cannons emerged, blasting the entire kumi beasts into nothingness.

As the Lord of Calamity watched all this, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within him.

It once believed that the Rift Technology of the Kutsu Beasts was unique, a power bestowed upon them by the overlord civilization, a power that no other civilization could match.

It once thought that the distance of six thousand light-years was an insurmountable barrier for the Yanhuang civilization.

It once thought that no matter how fast the Yanhuang civilization developed, it would not be able to threaten the home of the Qilin beast within a few decades.

It's wrong.

The Yanhuang civilization not only traversed six thousand light-years, but also brought with it more advanced weapons, more powerful warships, and a more resolute determination.

They are not here to harass us, nor are they here to test us.

They've come for the final battle. They're here to completely annihilate the Qilin.

"How long will it take for the Rift Generator to activate?!" the Calamity Nest Lord questioned the core of the nest.

"Thirty more minutes needed! The ancient behemoth's energy organs are severely damaged, and its output power is insufficient!"

Thirty minutes. Too long. With the firepower of the Yanhuang civilization fleet, thirty minutes would be enough to blow the nest to pieces.

"Order all ancient behemoths to abandon charging and engage in battle immediately!" the Calamity Nest Master commanded. "Use your bodies to block the enemy! Buy time for the Rift Generator!"

Eight ancient behemoths, dragging their broken bodies, charged toward the fleet of the Yanhuang civilization.

They are still enormous, their shields are still powerful, and their weapons are still deadly.

But they are slower, have weaker firepower, and are less responsive.

Faced with the Vengeance-class Star Destroyer, they were like eight wounded whales facing a swarm of sharks.

The first ancient behemoth was hit by the planet-destroying cannon, and its body began to collapse.

Its exoskeleton shattered under the influence of gravity, and its internal tissues were compressed into a small point before disappearing.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

A colossal beast, over a thousand kilometers long, was thus erased from the universe.

The second one, the third one, the fourth one.

The Lord of Calamity watched helplessly as they disappeared one by one.

Its heart was filled with anger, fear, and resentment.

It thought of the fate of the Kujira Beast clan. Was their legacy, spanning hundreds of millions of years, about to end today?

"Countdown to fracture generator activation: 10 minutes remaining!"

"Four ancient behemoths remain!"

The last four ancient behemoths desperately charged towards the Yanhuang civilization's fleet, attempting to buy last bit of time for the Rift Generator.

But their efforts were in vain. The Vengeance-class planet destroyers took them down one by one with a single shot.

"Countdown: Five minutes!"

"Four minutes!"

"Three minutes!"

The consciousness of the Calamity Nest Lord trembled. It had never felt such intense fear.

It was not afraid of death. But it feared the extinction of the entire Que Beast clan.

It fears that the mission passed down from hundreds of millions of years ago will be lost in its own hands.

"Countdown, one minute!"

"Thirty seconds!"

"Ten seconds!"

"Fracture generator, start!"

At the heart of the lair, the rift generator, bestowed upon it by the sovereign civilization and already in operation for hundreds of millions of years, finally roared to life.

Space was torn apart, and a huge rift opened up behind the nest.

That leads to a star field never before explored by the Beasts. It is a passage for escape.

"Retreat for all!" the Calamity Nest Lord issued its final command. "Retreat through the rift! As many as you can get out!"

The surviving beasts surged madly toward the crevice.

The fleet of the Yanhuang civilization was in hot pursuit, firing star-destroying cannons, quantum foam bombs, and particle beam cannons, tearing one beast after another to shreds.

Just before fleeing into the rift, the Lord of Calamity looked back once more.

It spotted the nest. That fortress, which had existed for hundreds of millions of years and was built from the exoskeletons of countless generations of beasts, was collapsing under the cannon fire of the Yanhuang civilization fleet.

The exoskeleton shattered, the chambers collapsed, and the passageways became blocked.

The entire nest, like a hollowed-out mountain, slowly tilted, crumbled, and sank.

Then it turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the crevice.

Deep within the Orion Arm, in an unknown galactic region.

The Lord of Calamity has never run so fast.

Its four legs thrashed wildly in the air, each contraction propelling its body forward hundreds of kilometers.

Its four arms tightly embraced the core of the Rift Generator, the most precious legacy of the Beast Clan, bestowed by the Sovereign Civilization, which had been operating for hundreds of millions of years.

Cracks have appeared on the surface of the core, and the energy inside flickers erratically, like a heart about to go out.

Energy is running low.

When they escaped from the nest, the fissure generator had been operating beyond its capacity for far too long.

All eight ancient behemoths perished, their lair was destroyed, and millions of beasts were torn to pieces by the fleet of the Yanhuang civilization.

Only the Lord of Calamity and a few thousand small and medium-sized worms survived.

They followed behind the Lord of Calamity, desperately fleeing, desperately swimming, desperately trying to shake off the pursuit of the steel fleet behind them.

But the fleet of the Yanhuang civilization, like a persistent ailment, could not be shaken off no matter what.

They also have rift technology. No, it's more advanced than that of the Shibu-monsters.

The rifts of the Beasts can only be opened by the rift generator in the nest. The opening of the passage requires a long charging time, and the stability of the passage is limited by the energy output of the ancient behemoth.

Each of the warships of the Yanhuang civilization could independently open the rift.

Their warp engines require no preheating or charging; a mere second of computation is all it takes to tear a precise, stable passage through which the fleet can pass at any coordinate.