The starry universe was vast. In the immense Three-Dimensional Space, one could flee wherever one wished, so it was not easy to wipe out civilizations one by one. But it was not entirely impossible, because whether a technological civilization or an Individual Civilization, none could exist without matter and energy.
In truth, a civilization could not simply wander about at will. Its destination had to be supported by material resources. If it was relentlessly pursued and battered, there would inevitably come a day when it reached the end of its rope.
But the process would take a long time. If a civilization was determined to flee, the pursuit would last even longer. Just like the Daya Civilization now—more than a century had passed since they lured the Space Creatures into attacking the Star Sea Grand Alliance in an attempt to profit from the chaos.
Now, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The detectors left behind had not detected the Star Sea Grand Alliance pursuing them. They had probably all gone to deal with the Space Creatures, and perhaps there were also many warship wrecks requiring cleanup. In any case, as long as they had not caught up, it counted as a success.
The Daya Civilization's leaders had originally been deeply pained. After all, they had been the main force in this performance, and the Daya Civilization had lost nearly half its military strength as a result.
Of their seven million Star-Class Warships, only a little over three million remained.
But now, it seemed the plan had succeeded. It was worth paying such a price in exchange for the survival of their entire civilization.
The civilization's main population was still intact. Once they replenished their Negative Energy at the black hole and set sail again, they could recover their