Global Era of Star trekking Chapter 1717 - 837: [Rakshasa God] 3

Nearly two-thirds of the Corpse Emperor Clan's territory had already been consumed by the icons representing the Torch Human Fleet.

"Uncle Chi, here is the most recent combat intelligence." Song Yiming’s image materialized via a holographic projection positioned before him.

"The Seventh Star Domain of the 'Bone Decay Star System' has just been captured by the Thirty-Seventh Legion. Resistance from the Corpse Emperor Clan was 47% more feeble than our projections indicated."

Song Chi gave a slight nod, his fingers tapping rhythmically while the real-time statistics of the Judgment Light flickered across the screen.

An attack power value reaching 8,890 trillion shimmered with a cold light on the blue display.

"Maintain the Vanguard Fleet’s high alert status; it is highly improbable that the Corpse Emperor Clan would surrender their ancestral lands so easily."

Caution tinged Song Chi’s otherwise steady voice.

"I suspect they are formulating a scheme."

Suddenly, a piercing siren erupted from the Dome Sky Wisdom Brain.

[Warning: Ultra-high energy spatial disturbances detected. Coordinates pinpointed toward the Shenxia Dynasty’s primary fleet. Energy signatures exceed mythical levels!]

Song Chi’s pupils contracted instantly as he hastily pulled up the remote observation feed from the [Eye of Truth].

Millions of light-years away in the obsidian void, a crimson rift spanning several light-years was tearing open, resembling a horrific wound carved into the fabric of the universe.

"That... is the spatial signature of the Rakshasa Clan!" Song Chi identified the unique patterns etched along the perimeter of the blood-red tear.

"Furthermore, it surpasses the spatial ripple ignited by a Ninth Rank Rakshasa Death Spirit Ship. Could it truly be..."

Just as Song Chi’s suspicions were solidifying, a multicolored communication module on the primary console began to beep urgently.

It was an emergency transmission from the Divine Dynasty Ying Emperor of the Xian Qin.

"Song Chi, halt your advance immediately and maintain your current coordinates."

Ying Yi appeared on the holographic display with a somber expression, quickly clarifying the situation.

"A message just arrived from Jiang Yuan. The Rakshasa God’s projection has manifested; the battlefield conditions have shifted."

Song Chi narrowed his eyes, silently confirming that his intuition had been correct.

The Rakshasa God—the paramount ruler of the Overlord Rakshasa Clan and a Tenth Rank Life Entity. This was one of the pinnacle existences within the boundless Shattered Starry Sea.

However, he found it perplexing. Was the Rakshasa God truly prepared to initiate an all-out war against the Torch Civilization?

Logically, that shouldn't be the case.

"Your Majesty, is the Rakshasa Clan truly intending to fully involve themselves in our conflict with the Corpse Emperor Clan?"

Song Chi felt compelled to ask.

The image of Ying Yi shook its head.

"The exact details remain murky, but Jiang Yuan has already departed to negotiate. Orders to cease the offensive have been dispatched to all other fronts as well."

It was evident that even Ying Yi lacked complete clarity on the matter. However, drawing on over three hundred thousand years of experience, he quickly added:

"Do not be overly concerned. The Rakshasa Ancestral Domain is situated over a trillion light-years from our borders. The likelihood of them forcibly starting a total civilization war is incredibly low. They likely only seek to secure some advantages within this Corpse Emperor Clan River System Group."

In the dark expanse of space, the Shenxia Jiuli Ship drifted silently. Outside the vessel's hull, boundless Spectral Energy blossomed like golden lotuses, persistently incinerating the suffocating Rakshasa death aura that permeated the area.

"Rakshasa God, since you have arrived, what is the point of hiding?"

Jiang Yuan’s voice was not loud, yet it caused the surrounding vacuum of space to vibrate slightly.

In the distance, the crimson rift suddenly dilated. A colossal claw, armored in dark golden scales, reached through. Every scale was etched with the phantoms of countless wailing wraiths.

"Children of the Torch Civilization, you certainly possess some boldness."

Accompanied by a raspy whisper, a massive vertical eye appeared within the rift. Within that eye, reflections of ruined civilizations could be seen; a mere glance from it caused numerous nearby asteroids to disintegrate into dust.

In the face of this, Jiang Yuan’s response remained unshakable.

"If your true body lacks the courage to depart from the Rakshasa Ancestral Domain, then why bother acting so prideful through a mere projection?"

At those words, the blood-red vertical pupil narrowed sharply. The crimson hue in the starry sky intensified tenfold instantly. Amidst the shrieks of millions of wraiths, the rift finally tore wide open, exposing the Rakshasa God’s true form—a humanoid figure clad in blood-colored scale armor, seated upon a throne constructed from billions of skulls.

Its face shifted incessantly between male and female, youth and old age. A vertical eye sat at the center of every face, each one radiating pure fury.