Qu Jianlei's group dodged and weaved all the way, yet they still ran into Asura nests from time to time.
In the blink of an eye, more than five months had passed. During that time, they had gone through over eighty battles of varying sizes.
According to the star map, from where they had emerged from their jump, a straight flight of three months would have brought them to the Link Nebula.
Yet nearly six months had now passed, and they were still half a month's journey away from the Link Nebula.
Fortunately, later on, they had tried to travel through complicated space environments whenever possible, reducing some of the trouble.
The good news was that, because they had deliberately controlled the frequency of battle and reduced ammunition expenditure, their ammunition reserves remained relatively ample.
The bad news was that their stockpile of starships was dwindling rapidly. Basically, every damaged vessel had been used up, including quite a few Alliance warships.
Over this series of battles, warships had somehow become consumables, while ammunition had been preserved as much as possible. That alone showed how unusual these battles were.
That day, the Division Level Ship emerged from a vast Ion Turbulence Zone and charged ahead.
If they traveled at high speed for another seven or eight days, they would reach a vast belt of shattered meteors, where they could rest and recuperate properly.
However, that was only a preliminary plan. Whether it would actually work, only heaven knew.
Since they had shaken off the pursuing Asura nests in the turbulent ion zone, everyone was in relatively good spirits.
Most of them had gone off to cultivate. Only Hua Lei and Claire were chatting.
Although Claire had acted unreasonable before, Hua Lei's impression of her had actually improved.
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