In just one minute, under six waves of firepower strikes, the original four fleets—four trillion warships in total—had lost over one trillion vessels, nearly thirty percent of their strength.
This was already a crippling loss!
Yet it was not over. The Federation's assault continued.
And that was not even the worst part. On the flank of the main formation, Galon led Peiton Universe's Biological Civilization forces in a frenzied slaughter of the Tri-Union Civilization's Peak Dark Energy Manipulators.
Those fifty thousand Peak Dark Energy Manipulators had already been slightly weaker than Biological Civilization beings of the same rank. With most of their strength further restricted by the universe's repulsive force, they were being massacred like ants before Eleventh-order Biological Civilization individuals.
Meanwhile, the ten Black Hole Lifeforms were completely unable to provide them with support, as they had to keep Galon occupied.
At this rate, the fifty thousand Peak Dark Energy Manipulators would be slaughtered to the last within five minutes.
Although Vladimir had anticipated this situation, his original estimate had been a loss of around ten thousand Peak Dark Energy Manipulators before the three reinforcement fleets arrived and stabilized the battlefield once more.
But now?
The three fleets were still trapped on the way, unable to advance or retreat.
This meant they could not arrive in time to provide support, and Haritro's group of ten, along with the fifty thousand Peak Dark Energy Manipulators, had no choice but to hold off the enemy on their own for even longer.
"Captain, save me!"
Just as Haritro was agonizing over this, a voice filled with terror and despair suddenly reached his ears.
One of his subordinates, one of the ten Black Hole Lifeforms, made a single mistake and was pinned beneath Galon's forefoot.
Though there was no ground in space, that