Since they were here, they might as well stay.
If the Yanhuang Civilization wanted to rise, it needed "battle achievements." And right now, a huge haul of achievements was waiting for the Yanhuang Civilization to claim.
In interstellar warfare, the most important thing was being able to run. Once one could not escape, one became a turtle in a jar.
The more than eight million Saints invading from the Super Self Faction were the finest battle achievements imaginable.
Saints were naturally terrifyingly powerful, but in the boundless void, they were still only that much. Even if the Ziwei Saint's "body" could stretch across several light-years, in the endless void, it was no more than a tiny grain of sand.
The first step in fighting Saints was cutting off their means of escape.
Now, space within five light-years had been disrupted. All Divine Ability methods were unusable, and even when forced into use, their effective range was extremely limited. Furthermore, the area within thirty light-years could turn into a quagmire at any moment.
Not only that, the Yanhuang Civilization was continuously "laying mines" in the surrounding space, and the encirclement was rapidly expanding.
Previously, setting traps across a thirty-light-year radius had been somewhat helpless, because cosmic space had no blind spots. Front, back, left, right, above, below—all ten directions were possible avenues of attack. Thus, they could only use the Yanhuang Civilization's base as the center and expand outward in all directions to lay traps.
Now, things were different. All Vacuum Energy Bomb production capacity could be deployed around the battlefield.
So, since these more than eight million Saints had come, they could stay. Saints might be powerful and difficult to kill, but prey trapped within an ambush and encirclement could be dealt with slowly.
Still, the Super Self Faction's forces