Far to the west, another universe is fending off the impact of the 912th Unit of the 38th Universe's 731st Legion. They have just endured a large-scale battle and are equally exhausted.

This is the 18th Universe, just like their Universe Seven, it is a universe primarily focused on self-protection. Although both sides occupy opposite positions, civilizations that love peace often share some similarities. Hence, the 18th Universe and Universe Seven also have an alliance agreement.

Both sides have been mutually helping and developing together for millions of years.

"Damn it, we barely rested, and the new troops haven't been replenished yet. How come they act like mad dogs and have come again?"

"Don't they practice family planning? Their casualty rate is more than twice ours; why are there still so many of them?"

The warriors of the 18th Universe have not yet recovered from the losses of the last encounter, and their energy supplies haven't caught up either. After several rounds of firing, their energy reserves were directly declared depleted.

"The energy of Main Cannon No. 3 is exhausted!"

"The energy of Main Cannon No. 21 is exhausted!"

"Main Cannon No. 7 has only three rounds remaining!"

...

Tidings of doom came from the frontline battlefield. With the area and density of the artillery barrage decreasing, more and more warriors and beasts broke through the fire blockades and surged toward their defensive line.

"How long until reinforcements arrive?" a captain gritted his teeth and said.

"The other battle sequences around have also been attacked. We can't spare any forces to assist us; we might have to mobilize manpower from other legions at least two Cosmic Hours."

"There's no time for that. What about the energy?"

"Same, we need to mobilize from the nearest legion. The largest energy mine nearby has been occupied by other universes; all our remaining stocks were depleted in the last battle."

"Damn it!" The captain tossed aside the Beam Cannon depleted of energy, "Everyone, charge with me! We fight to the death on the battlefield; we must not let them break through our positions!"

"Damn it, let's go for it!"

The eyes of all the warriors from the 18th Universe burned with resolute flames. At this moment, they were all consumed by fury.

However, at this moment, the 912th Unit charging fiercely at the frontlines suddenly turned around and retreated behind their line!

"Why are they retreating?" The warriors of the 18th Universe, ready to fight fiercely, were bewildered with their weapons drawn.

"They're retreating, we won!" Although the reason was unknown, it certainly was good news for them. They had ample time to gather troops and resources, making the next battle much less arduous.

"Win my ass! Our lines were nearly ripped apart; there must be a reason for their sudden retreat!"

"What's going on, have we found out the reason?" At the command center of this battle sequence, a Level Seven Life Form looked at the retreating enemy like a receding tide, puzzled.

"Chief, we've intercepted their messages. Their 912 Base City is under fierce attack, the second defense line has fallen, and all forces are being rallied for the defense!"

"Is this true?" The chief looked astonished. Universes 37 and 38 formed a nearby strong alliance, with military strength surpassing the total of over a dozen surrounding universes. They usually invade others; few universes dare to challenge them.

We haven't established a strong foothold here yet; where would we find extra strength for an offense?

"Do we know which civilization is attacking?"

"Our intelligence network hasn't reached that far, we don't know yet," the communications officer said, "but I've received messages from surrounding universes saying they are experiencing the same situation. The enemy was aggressive like mad dogs one minute and then retreated the next."

"Any other information?"

"Yes," the communications officer said, "Our closest allies intercepted a lot of data showing that 912 Base City is frantically sending out support requests to nearby legions and base cities, and masses of spaceships have been spotted gathering in the direction of 912 Base City."

"Oh?" The chief fell into thought, "The blow they're receiving seems quite severe. If I recall correctly, 912 Base City should have over 9000 standard units, totaling over a billion personnel?"

"Yes, Chief, they're tightening their forces, recalling all units dispatched externally back to the base city."

Suddenly, the communications officer received another message.

"Really? Okay, I got it. I'll report to the Chief immediately!"

"Any new information?" asked the chief.

"Yes!" the communications officer said, "According to our map, the location of their 912 Base City is a hub. Nearby base cities were established to facilitate better offenses, so they're very close to our allied universes, rather than their own rear legions."

"Yes, that's indeed the case."

This kind of setup is very aggressive; in the face of danger, the enemy's support arrives faster than theirs.

Because at the start of the war, they didn't consider defense, focusing solely on enhancing the offense.

"Now, seven nearby civilizations, totaling 12 chiefs, have established a secret communication channel, discussing something very important."

"Take out 912 Base City?" The Chief immediately grasped the situation.

The opponent is clearly under a severe threat from a very powerful adversary, even to the extent of seeking external aid. If those few battle sequences unite, they might directly seize the 912 Base City!

This advance in their line could significantly enhance their resistance against the allied forces of Universes 37 and 38, even establishing a stronghold for counterattacks, holding immense significance for the entire battle.

"To hell with it, regardless of which universe, today our chief team should extend a helping hand, gather the troops, leave the injured, and bring all combat-capable Level Five Life Forms and Level Six Life Forms, with all resources we currently possess, and let's march together!"

...

"Universe 32's 922nd Legion's 82nd Battle Sequence assembled in full!"

"Universe 21's 283rd Legion's 338th Battle Sequence assembled in full!"

"Universe 44's 1232nd Legion's 30th Battle Sequence assembled in full!"

...

On the battlefield of the 192nd Battle Sequence in Universe Seven, warriors were counting the battlefield gains, including enemy equipment. Even the debris could be melted down to become their own resources, so they wouldn't miss any opportunity to gather supplies.

"Hahaha, we gained richly this time," Xinos and Kadriel, listening to their warriors' reports, were beaming with smiles.

"Oh? A message from the Chief!" Xinos immediately connected to the message, "Chief, this is Xinos!"

"Xinos, what the hell are you up to?" The angry voice of the Chief came through, "What did your people do?"

"Huh? What happened?" Xinos looked puzzled.

"All of Northwest Jin is in chaos, and you don't know what's been going on?" The Chief roared, "38th Universe's 731st Legion's 912 Base City is under fierce attack, and troops from several nearby universes are spontaneously joining the assault!"

"This... what does it have to do with us?"

"They say this war was triggered by a special operations squad called the Flying Tigers Squad, from your 192nd Battle Sequence's 4977th team. When did you secretly create a special unit without informing me?"

"Huh?" Xinos' hands trembled.

4977 Team was precisely their team; Zhang Menglong said to pursue the victory, and he actually pursued all the way to their very base?