On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Oak's face was grim, and his voice carried a hint of fear: "Youlan's strength is terrifying."

"Although we have the Shadow Manipulation Technique to enhance our strength, we are still far from being his match. To say that we are like ants trying to shake a tree is an understatement. As one of the overlords of the Chaotic Star Sea, the difference in strength between us is simply too great. Even Red Eyes probably cannot match us."

Gang Dun was so overwhelmed by that aura that he could barely breathe.

Youlan's ability to become one of the overlords of the Chaotic Star Sea, leading the Shadow Clan and Titan Star and the Void Clan to divide the world into three, is no empty boast.

Even with Red Eyes' strength, no matter how powerful he is, he couldn't possibly face such an opponent head-on.

Both of them were aware of this.

Gang Dun remained silent for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "We've done what we promised him. Now it's up to Red Eye's own fate."

"After this battle, whether he lives or dies, I will leave and return to Roromon's planet."

The same goes for Oak.

Following the Red Eyes to the Chaotic Star Sea, I witnessed many things I never dared to imagine before, and I also teetered on the edge of life and death countless times.

Chang'e gave him only one recovery pill left, and he dared not venture into danger again.

The Chaotic Star Sea truly lives up to its name.

Oak said, "I'm about the same. I can't possibly lose my life here no matter what. I've already done enough by accompanying him this far."

"Even if I leave the Chaotic Star Sea and return to the outside world, I don't need to be afraid of the people of the Galaxy Eye anymore. Even if the Purple Eye comes in person, I am absolutely confident that I can leave."

That's no exaggeration.

In the past, the Galaxy Eyes organization was a mountain weighing on Oak's head, and Purple Eyes was his superior and the manager he knew best, whose strength and methods he was fully aware of.

At that time, the mere thought of being their enemy was suffocating.

But things are different now.

......

On the dark night star.

The cloak on Roman's body was suddenly lifted by the suction force, and after a few fluttering sounds, it was torn off his shoulders, spun around and flew into the vortex below, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Without the cloak to conceal him, his short red hair stood out starkly in the environment.

He pinpointed Youlan's location.

There's no need to look; the surging shadow energy around you is the best medium, and Youlan's immense, almost overflowing aura is like a lighthouse in the darkness.

Roman brandished his twin swords, his figure transforming into a straight, dark bolt of lightning, shooting towards Youlan's direction.

He knew he had no chance of winning, but he had to do it.

If Cynthia makes any unusual moves, Youlan will notice immediately, if there is no delay.

If Youlan manages to catch McDonald, all our efforts will be in vain.

This time, I came specifically to find Youlan because I had timed it perfectly.

There can be no retreat until Cynthia is free.

During the sprint, Roman secretly manipulated the power of shadow.

Dozens of tentacles formed from shadowy figures emerged from the darkness, their sharp tips gleaming with a chilling light, simultaneously piercing Youlan from all directions.

Youlan let out a disdainful snort: "A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your skills before an expert."

Just as the tentacles were about to touch his robes, they shuddered violently and were easily dispersed by an invisible force, turning into scattered afterimages.

The gap in strength between the two is too great.

With a casual strike, Youlan could have killed Roman.

A man nearing 30,000 years old, having witnessed countless vicissitudes, possesses a profound and unfathomable strength.

The other one is barely fifty years old; to the Shadow Clan, he is nothing more than a newly born flame.

Roman raised his twin swords and unleashed a massive X-shaped blade of light, carrying a fierce, all-tearing momentum as it slashed down at Youlan.

Youlan easily blocked it, but a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The timing, angle, and mastery of shadows in this strike are far beyond the reach of ordinary Shadow Clan members.

Such talent is truly exceptional among the younger generation, and even in the tens of thousands of years of history of the Shadow Clan, it is rare to find.

The anger that Youlan felt at being offended was somewhat suppressed by her appreciation for talent.

He suppressed his displeasure, softened his tone for once, and said, "You little bastard, kneel down and kowtow, and maybe I'll spare your life."

"Kneel, kneel to your mother's head!"

A shout of cursing rushed into my ears.

Youlan was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The smile contained regret and pity, but even more so, the coldness of being slighted.

"If you don't seize the opportunity I gave you, then it's not up to me anymore. Get him!"

A powerful surge of shadow energy erupted from Youlan's body.

Roman was too close and was directly hit by the violent shockwave.

He coughed up blood and flew backward.

Several dark, claw-like streaks filled the sky, each the size of a mountain, converging towards him with immense force.

The giant claws moved at an astonishing speed, taking only a blink of an eye to rise and close in, compressing the air and creating a piercing sonic boom.

Roman endured the excruciating pain churning within his internal organs, and just as the giant claws were about to close, his body merged into the darkness.

This is the most basic Shadow Escape technique of the Shadow Clan, an instinct that every Shadow Clan member is born with, but Roman used it with a smooth and skillful demeanor.

The giant claws closed in mid-air, grabbing nothing.

Roman used Shadow Cloak to bypass the front and disappear behind Youlan.

The twin blades in his hand were about to strike Youlan's nape when they were blocked by an invisible shadow barrier.

That barrier was so thin it was almost transparent, yet so strong it inspired despair.

The blade's light struck the blade without even causing a ripple, yet the blade itself trembled violently due to the immense recoil, making Roman's heart pound with fear.

He gritted his teeth, sheathed his sword, and changed his moves, thrusting, sweeping, and slashing...

The storm of sword strikes was unleashed in the blink of an eye, each strike carrying a resolute determination that left no room for retreat.

However, not a single strike could penetrate that invisible barrier.

Even touching the other person is a luxury.

Youlan stood there, her hands behind her back, her posture as composed as if she were admiring flowers and the moon.

With a casual wave of his hand, he captured Roman in one move, rendering him unable to move.

Youlan calmly said, "You callow brat, daring to lead people into Dark Night Star at such a young age. If I hadn't anticipated your arrival, you wouldn't even have been able to approach my territory."

Roman was enveloped in the power of shadow, with only his head exposed.

He was lifted into the air, unable to even struggle, and was forced to stare into those blood-red eyes.

Youlan said in an almost pitying tone, "If you have to blame someone, blame your parents. If they hadn't done that, you should have been enjoying a position of honor second only to the emperor."

"With your bloodline and your talent, among the Shadow Clan of the Chaotic Star Sea, besides me, it is you. Thousands of Shadow Clan members must lower their heads in your presence, and even the Lords of the Stars must restrain their brilliance before you."

He tilted his head slightly, as if examining an object that should have belonged to him, but which had been broken in half by someone else.

"It's a pity your parents chose that path. Why? Loyalty? Freedom? How ridiculous."

"They took away what should have been yours with their own hands."

...

In outer space.

The moment Oak and Gundam saw the shadowy aura on Dark Night Star suddenly surge, they knew something terrible was about to happen.

Roman's presence was as faint as a candle in a storm before the surging shadow, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

The two immediately split up and fled.

If we don't leave now, when will we?

The two figures suddenly separated in the void, using all their strength to push their speed to the limit, wishing they had more legs.

The two were faster than each other.