Huang Ji and Han Bi talked for over an hour, mostly about the war in Shacha Civilization's territory.
Huang Ji already knew a great deal, but he did not interrupt Han Bi's account.
The three major wormhole metropolitan zones in the Orion Nebula had begun evacuating their residents. The Shell Worlds near the wormholes, which could be engulfed in war at any moment, had become completely deserted.
The economic losses were incalculable, but it also meant the pirates would have no reliable source of supplies.
Hundreds of Shell Worlds had been turned into Starburst Battle Clouds. Whatever their combat strength, the transformation alone amounted to a scorched-earth defense.
The Four Emperors probably had not expected Shacha Civilization to show such resolve. Shacha intended to wipe them out within its borders.
The problem was that Shacha's forces on the Orion Nebula front were far weaker than the Four Emperors'. Its main force was too far away to help in time. By the time it arrived, the Four Emperors would have retreated to the Abyss.
The only solution was for Huang Ji to help.
It was simple. Huang Ji was already in the Abyss, and he had destroyed the Anunnaki. Three of the Four Emperors had already lost their home bases, leaving only one headquarters as a teleportation point.
If Huang Ji opened a wormhole now and brought the Shacha army straight into the Abyss, it could sweep through the Four Emperors' lairs and cut off their retreat.
Once the Four Emperors lost everything behind them, their forces inside Shacha Civilization's territory would be stranded with nowhere to fall back to.
Even with ten times as many troops, their destruction would only be a matter of time. The difference in scale was absolute.
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