The reinforcements from the Dark Planet couldn't figure it out.
Why had their newly developed black mist suddenly become ineffective against the people of White Sand Star?
This was shaping up to be an unprecedented disaster.
The Dark Planet, which had always been the one chasing down Imperial People, was now being beaten back by the people of White Sand Star like rats scurrying across a street.
Without the chaos created by the black mist...
...so-called elite squads were nothing special.
A single punch could crush them.
The tables had turned in an instant, just like that.
Watching the elite squad scatter and flee with their heads in their hands, the corner of Ye Moyun's lip curled up as he gave a cold command:
"Inform everyone. The Dark Night Star Thief Group is retreating."
One of the Star Thieves below spoke up, unwilling to accept the order:
"Aren't we staying to support them?"
"Support them?" A glint of coldness flashed in Ye Moyun's eyes.
