Chance

Another long-fur black cat squatted in front of the white cat and said, "Lord Magis, all units on Tumen Planet have initiated the self-destruct sequence and all the cat slaves have perished."

The white cat Magis nodded. "They've done well. Those primitives of the Short Fur Tribe will definitely be infuriated. Hahahaha, I get so happy thinking of how angry they are!"

The white cat smiled and revealed his fangs that glinted coldly. "Are the next batch of cloned cat slaves ready?"

"Prepare them for battle. Since the Short Fur Tribe's here, they'll not give up. The Delin Star Cluster will be their graveyard."

In Grayley's dreamscape, numerous supercats were infuriated.

The cat slave casualties were astonishing and a lot of them were their subordinates.

"In this battle, the casualties exceeded… three million cat slaves…" Fei Fei looked grave as he said, "Not a single enemy's weapon was left behind…"