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Doomsday Roulette

Chapter 2732: True and False Slave Tribe (Part 2) 🥷

Published: February 13, 2025

Around the fleet, two powerful auras emerged, belonging to two other top-tier experts who, like the Old Dean, could briefly fight in space.

Ye Zhongming narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a surge of anxiety.

The true and false slave tribes were rapidly approaching.

Most importantly, the true slave tribe had stopped and did not launch an attack.

All members of the Sule Alliance watching this scene cheered silently in their hearts, fearing that making noise might alert the slave tribe and ruin everything. However, they did not realize that they were still a great distance away from the true slave tribe.

Within seconds, the false slave tribe entered the range of the true slave tribe.

Even the big shots like Yao Han Su and Queen Ning Jihua Mei clenched their fists at this moment, feeling for the first time that victory against the true slave tribe was so close, much like the distance between the true and false slave tribes.

However, before they could relax, the true slave tribe suddenly moved.

The spherical structure between the tentacles suddenly deformed, as if countless angry faces were about to burst out, causing the dark-brown tissue to roll and twist. Even though the fleet did not capture any sound waves, everyone watching knew that the true slave tribe was letting out a roar.

But what was the meaning of the roar? Was it communication or a warning?

With a thud, the false slave tribe lunged at the true slave tribe, and the latter's attack was initiated.

Several gigantic tentacles whipped across the back of the false slave tribe, instantly causing severe injuries. If the false slave tribe had not been so small, it was likely that all the tentacles would have struck.

Even so, the body of the false slave tribe still shrank violently, with large amounts of bodily fluids and tissue drifting in space. It seemed that if another strike came, it would completely lose its life, becoming one of the countless cosmic corpses.

This...

Not to mention others, even Ye Zhongming himself was worried that the false slave tribe would perish in the next second, followed by the true slave tribe unleashing its fury upon them.

However, the enraged true slave tribe's body suddenly stiffened.

The live broadcast was magnified, allowing many people to see the details more clearly.

Although the false slave tribe's body was curled up from the blows, a closer look revealed that the damaged body was writhing as if breathing. With each movement, the injuries on its back healed a little, and it was this writhing that kept the true slave tribe in a state of rigidity.

"It’s getting bigger."

No one knew who shouted, but everyone's attention was drawn to the size of the false slave tribe.

Sure enough, not only were the injuries on its back healing rapidly, but its body was also continuously expanding. As everyone's focus intensified, this trend continued to grow.

Everyone stared closely, fearing they might miss a detail.

The situation was undoubtedly improving, but Ye Zhongming was still worried. He glanced at Sister Hong, who had her eyes closed, and noticed that her condition was not good; blood was beginning to show around her nose and ears.

Clearly, in order to control the false slave tribe, she was enduring extreme pain that others could not comprehend.

Le Da Yuan was entirely focused on his wife, not paying attention to the live broadcast of the true and false slave tribes. Occasionally, he would quietly instruct the researchers beside him to make adjustments to the connection instruments.

After about half a minute of rigidity, the true slave tribe suddenly moved again. It rolled its body, and its tentacles, like phantoms, lashed out at the false slave tribe. The back of the false slave tribe, which had almost recovered, was instantly splattered with flesh and blood.

Liu Zhenghong spat out a mouthful of blood at that moment.

His body shrank in response.

The people who had been waiting to cheer were stunned, their hearts sinking.

They had never experienced the terror of the slave tribe's attacks, but they had a measure to compare it to: a starship mothership.