Daniel's thunderous actions were like a meteor crashing into the calm star sea, alarming countless powerhouses and factions.
This was especially true in the Myriad Races Starry Sky—almost every small world was suffering humanity's storm-like invasions.
Ancient factions such as the Godkin, shadowkin, sirenfolk, and others were furious, yet none of them dared to speak out.
They had already offended Faustus once before. Now, they had received news that Gold-grade Mountain had already designated the entire Visca Galaxy as Faustus's sphere of influence.
"In the name of the abyss, that fellow really is vindictive."
Several great lords of the Demon Realm sat around a long black table, shaking their heads and sighing helplessly.
"By the Creator, he is already the strongest quasi-sage in the current universe. Inside small worlds, there is simply nothing we can do to him, not to mention he has Gold-grade Mountain backing him."
