A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Once everything on this side had been prepared, Li Mu Chuan arrived near the Half Moon Constellation controlled by the insect race.
The Half Moon Constellation lay slightly behind the battlefield where the two sides clashed.
And it was still very far from Earth.
Relying solely on Feng Yi's Quantum Teleportation, even a month would not have been enough to reach this place.
Fortunately, there was a wormhole. Li Mu Chuan passed through it alone and arrived before the Half Moon Constellation in such a short time.
"This is the outpost. The Two-Dimensional Foil is in position. The frontline warships are retreating toward the wormhole and are ready to evacuate at any time."
Having just arrived before the Half Moon Constellation under insect-race control, Li Mu Chuan casually tossed out a tiny card, which appeared before him.
As long as Li Mu Chuan was ready to evacuate and removed the containment field, this section of the Half Moon Constellation would be two-dimensionalized in a very short time.
And the speed of that dimensional collapse would continue accelerating toward the end, though it would not reach the speed of light.
But for many civilizations, this was already a deadly threat.
"Frontline command acknowledges. We are retreating toward the wormhole. Outpost, watch your safety."
Hearing the voice, Wang Yan Yi was no longer surprised by Li Mu Chuan's sudden appearances. He immediately issued the order.
The entire fleet began sailing grandly toward the wormhole behind them.
At this moment, the lightwave radar showed all their allied forces retreating to the rear.
The sight caused the other crew members on the bridge to exchange bewildered looks.
They did not understand why command had issued such an order.
"Captain, if we retreat like this, what