It was an exceptionally magnificent purple giant wolf. It stretched three meters from head to tail, its long fur shimmering like amethyst; one look at its pelt revealed its extraordinary origins.

The Purple Wolf God lay lazily in a nest of furs. Its gaze, deep yet tinged with innocence and primal haze, carefully swept over the dark creatures standing before it. Then, its attention fixed entirely upon the one hundred and forty thousand clan women prepared by the Seven Great Wolf Clans. These women were the most beautiful and youthful maidens from all seven clans; their faces shone with excitement, and they gazed with deep affection at the Purple Wolf God nestled in the furs, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Gu Xichen watched the Purple Wolf God quietly. The main body of this entity was immense; one could only imagine how formidable its * that would become when forcibly shrunk to a mere three meters in length.

Perhaps attacks below the Golden Immortal level would have no effect on it; the sheer might of a primordial being was laid bare at this moment.

A purple sphere the size of a human head floated beside the Purple Wolf God, intermittently releasing faint streams of purple light that flowed into the beast’s body. Gu Xichen watched this purple sphere with a hint of greed. This was the matrix of a Primordial Great Sage, possessing countless miraculous properties. If he could slay the Purple Wolf God and seize this purple sphere, he could at least forge a supreme innate treasure. Of course, the soul within this innate treasure would need to be the Purple Wolf God's own Nascent Soul to achieve its maximum efficacy.

However, a being at the Qiyao Moyitian realm... Gu Xichen dared not confront it rashly.

Because of the Purple Wolf God's birth, the total mobilization of the dark creatures was delayed by a month. During this month, the unrestrained * inherent in the Purple Wolf God’s nature ran wild. He fully indulged in the beautiful clan women selected for him by the Seven Great Clans, engaging with them in unrestrained * and expending his vital seed to the utmost. Unsurprisingly, before long, a batch of werewolves with beautiful purple fur would be born, and the Purple Wolf God’s direct lineage would establish the Eighth Clan of the werewolves.

As the only living deity among the dark creatures currently, all dark races, including the Minotaur Clan, offered their clan women to the Purple Wolf God. They all hoped their own people could steal a sliver of the Purple Wolf God’s bloodline, causing beneficial genetic shifts in their descendants, making them increasingly powerful.

During this month, Gu Xichen did not waste time either. He secretly siphoned off several spirit veins from the Minotaur territory and funneled them into the Solar Profound Pearl. Each of these spirit veins was no smaller than the one on the Yuxu Star belonging to the Dooltro family. However, because the Minotaur homeland star was so vast and the underground spirit veins so numerous and potent, the theft of a few veins went entirely unnoticed. Protected by the Haotian Mirror, Gu Xichen had truly reached a state of appearing and disappearing without trace.

A month later, the first contingent of one million Minotaur warriors, shouting slogans, stepped into the spatial tunnel and materialized in the Death Star Field.

Following close behind the Minotaur army came the ravenous werewolf legions. Eager to gain an early advantage in the scramble for wealth and slaves, the newly born deity of the werewolves, the Purple Wolf God, also set out with the expeditionary force.

As for the other powerful combat races of the dark creatures, such as the Blood Clan and the Giant Spirit Clan, they too assembled their armies. All forces converged on the Minotaur territory at maximum speed.

Squadrons upon squadrons of dark creatures set foot in the Death Star Field. The Minotaurs remaining there welcomed their kinsmen from the ancestral lands with joyous celebrations, treating it like a festival and offering everything they had. With the support of these local Minotaurs, the dark creature armies quickly formulated a complete combat plan. The plan devised by the elders of the Foxmen Clan was so meticulous and comprehensive that even Gu Xichen found no room to interject.

The first targets were the more than one hundred massive merchant vessels from over thirty slave trading consortiums, hailing from seven six-star civilizations, which were operating in the Death Star Field. These unlucky slave traders hadn't even grasped what was happening before their ships were captured by the powerful dark creature army. All male crew members were executed, and the fate of all female crew members was all too predictable.

Under the terrifying soul magic wielded by the dark mages, the more intelligent individuals among the dark creatures rapidly inherited all the knowledge contained within the souls of the executed crew members, swiftly mastering the operation of the warships and the tactics of space combat. The leading figures of those consortiums were forcibly embraced by the Blood Clan, reluctantly becoming their puppets.

On the third day after the dark creatures entered the Death Star Field, over a hundred massive merchant vessels departed the area, speeding toward the administrative planet of the Polar Star Empire closest to the Death Star Field. Since the Purple Wolf God was part of this initial assault group, Gu Xichen volunteered to join this contingent. These massive ships were densely packed with nearly ten million powerful Minotaur warriors. However, they had all used secret clan arts to forcibly shrink their forms, reducing themselves to just over three meters tall to conserve space and carry more fighters.

With the appearance of the former trade consortium leaders aboard the ships, the vessels successfully entered the port of Bullblood Star, an administrative planet of the Polar Star Empire named for the Minotaur slave trade. This planet was exclusively for the transshipment and trade of Minotaur slaves. All captured Minotaur slaves were registered and taxed here before being sent to various corners of the Star Alliance for sale. Due to dozens of historical massacres and slave rebellions that had occurred here, the Minotaur administrative officials followed the fleet.

As soon as the fleet traversed the stargate, thousands of crystal-ball-shaped probes were rapidly launched. The probes immediately entered subspace, flying at high speed to the space surrounding the administrative planets. The detectors operated at full power. Everything happening on the planet surfaces was instantaneously relayed back to the fleet, and everyone aboard witnessed the events unfolding on those worlds simultaneously.

The horrifying scene caused nearly half the soldiers on the fleet to faint from shock. The others shrieked in panic, and the entire formation broke into chaos.

Countless dark creatures were running rampant across the planet surfaces. They gleefully rooted out the surviving citizens of the Polar Star Empire from their hiding places, happily taking their lives.

Innumerable women lay helpless on the ground, being thoroughly * by werewolves, whose nature was steeped in brutality and lust. Even more Minotaurs, carrying battle axes and thick metal stakes, happily dismantled every structure in sight, plundering all shiny and luminous objects.

In the sky, countless Blood Clan warriors floated with their massive bat wings unfurled. They opened their maws wide, greedily drinking in the dense aura of blood permeating the air. Some of the most savage Blood Clan warriors held naked maidens in their arms, occasionally lowering their heads to bite the girls' necks, delightedly sipping the sweet, fragrant blood.

Countless figures, entirely shrouded in tattered black cloaks and standing upon trails of black mist, flew about wielding giant scythes. Their scythes swept effortlessly through the void, tearing visible souls from the air, which they then cheerfully swallowed whole.

Even more necromancers walked upon the ground—their bodies either pallid skeletons, semi-translucent phantoms, or withered zombie figures. These necromancers waved their staves proudly, continuously casting wave after wave of necromantic spells. Following their incantations, the corpses on the ground staggered upright, transforming into immensely strong zombies. The boundless zombies, moving with heavy steps, converged, forming a marching column like a giant dragon slowly approaching the warships with wide-open hatches.

In other areas, even more bizarre and strange dark creatures were indulging themselves completely.

For example, the Giant Spirit Clan members, whose skin was purplish-blue, gathered ecstatically at the planet’s energy supply centers, seizing the output ports of the energy cores and greedily drawing the endless energy within to boost their own strength. Massive arcs of lightning occasionally flashed across the surfaces of these tall, robust Giant Spirit bodies. When they laughed out loud, the storm clouds above would churn and gather, spitting out thick bolts of lightning in unison with their mirth.

The inherently warlike dark creatures were finding sport in the few surviving inhabitants of the planet. They constructed colossal arenas from piles of bones and gleefully drove the terrified, limp intelligent beings of various races into mutual combat. Anyone who refused their orders was immediately killed; the arena floor was already piled high with a thick layer of corpses.

“What monsters are they!” the fleet commander roared, his voice a mix of shock and rage, before screaming wildly, “Destroy them! Destroy them! All hands, draw power from the Divine Crystals! Wipe out these damned bastards!”

With the commander’s authorization, the White Winged Warships quickly formed ranks. A dozen or twenty ships locked onto an administrative planet, beginning to rapidly siphon the energy stored in their Divine Crystals.

Gu Xichen’s sharp divine sense immediately detected the immense energy reaction radiating from the void in the distance. He smiled faintly, already preparing his escape route. The Divine Crystal energy unique to six-star civilizations was something he deeply respected. Although the White Winged Warships carried only a single charge of Divine Crystal energy, that strike was terrifyingly potent.

The Purple Wolf God, who was simultaneously laboring intensely on a human beauty, suddenly froze. It let out a high-pitched screech toward the heavens, sending a massive pulse of divine sense radiating in all directions. Then, the Purple Wolf God transformed into a streak of purple light and shot straight into the high altitude, howling madly as it charged toward the nearest White Winged Warships.

The Purple Wolf God’s attack was simple yet devastatingly effective. It zipped around the few White Winged Warships like lightning—a swift circle here, a quick pass there—before savagely tearing and ripping at a ship, splitting it in two. A clump of purple fur on its chest grew extremely long, and the filamentous hairs swept and coiled across the exploding White Winged Warship, snatching out the Divine Crystals within.

Gu Xichen’s divine sense followed the Purple Wolf God closely. He clearly noticed the beast hesitate for a moment after seizing the first Divine Crystal. Then, the Purple Wolf God, ecstatic, swallowed the crystal whole and accelerated even faster toward the second White Winged Warship. In the brief time it took to snap one's fingers twice, the Purple Wolf God had reduced nineteen White Winged Warships to balls of explosive fire.

Alerted by the Wolf King’s warning, the dark creatures who had been reveling came to a sudden, chilling halt, all looking up at the sky.

The next instant, the strong members of the dark creatures leaped into the air, bursting through the planet's atmosphere with deep, muffled roars, flying directly into space. The puppets controlled by the Blood Clan also took to the air, piloting the captured White Winged Warships and other vessels, following closely behind these dark creature powerhouses as they charged toward the Polar Star Empire fleet.