Wang Sheng's victory had once again stabilized the already somewhat turbulent situation.
However, once a massive wave began to swell, it couldn't simply halt on command.
This was the momentum, the rules of the starry sky destined these two worlds for a life or death struggle.
In the new calendar year 39, March.
Nearly a year had passed since the last attack.
This year, the sea was calm, no enemies struck again, and it seemed that the tranquility of old times had returned.
But Wang Sheng dared not let his guard down.
"Half a year ago, we could have let two Eighth Realm powerhouses pass through, but they have not shown up yet... The situation is becoming more dangerous. Planet Will, how many Eighth Realm experts can pass through the interdimensional passageway now?"
[Three!]
"Three can pass through already? Will there be more?"
Wang Sheng felt the pressure.
