"Two thousand four hundred Star Gods. Even if they're weak individually, together they're far beyond anything we can withstand..." You Li Ye Er said worriedly.
A π-level civilization's strength lay in its collective power, and the Aboheid Divine Race also possessed multidimensional technology.
By contrast, they had managed to restore only six Star Gods. The rest were still weakened and desperately needed time to recover.
If Aboheid surrounded them now, no one but Huang Ji would survive.
Yet Heavenly Decline said with utter confidence, "Don't worry. They won't come."
"How can you be sure?" You Li Ye Er asked.
Heavenly Decline replied, "If they were coming, someone would already be here. The trip would take a second or two at most."
"I bet Huang Ji's power has scared Aboheid out of their wits!"
Gu Lan Ba Tuo waved a hand. "Perhaps not that badly. But they'll certainly take the most cautious approach."
"A social civilization has enough people to scatter across the cosmos. They can't be wiped out in one strike."
"Every decision they make will put their civilization's survival first. We needn't worry about them coming to surround us en masse."
You Li Ye Er said grimly, "The fact that they aren't coming is worse news!"
"Aboheid has more than a dozen dimensions to fall back on. Once they evacuate this dimension, what awaits us will likely be their ultimate weapon!"
Huang Ji's influence across dimensions had stunned Aboheid in a single stroke.
All two thousand four hundred Gods knew that a terrifying being had descended from a higher dimension. Concentrating every force against an enemy so powerful, mysterious, and unknown was out of the question.
Even if they could win, they would never take that risk.
Aboheid had therefore missed its only chance to defeat Huang Ji, giving