By the fiftieth week, the Milky Way Galaxy had been shattered beyond recognition. The territory of Earth Civilization was detecting the Void with increasing frequency, while even the neighboring Moya Civilization had lost its homeworld. The Ziwei Civilization had fallen across its entire territory.
To defend their homes, Ji Xin Empress personally led the fleet to sea, joining forces with the other civilizations for the final battle to defend the Milky Way Galaxy.
This time, every race in the Star Alliance had wagered everything. Nearly the entire population had become soldiers, and the countless starships built by emptying their treasuries stretched out in a mighty formation, too numerous to count.
The sight was magnificent, but their combat strength was another matter.
Everyone knew that the great battle was certain to end in defeat. The final result would be the same as that of the Golden Crow Race: the entire army would be wiped out.
Yet the situation had reached its final moment. To prevent the Milky Way from being devoured, they had to gather their last remaining strength.
Only then could they draw nearly the entire Void army in the Milky Way toward them and buy time for the fewer than ten billion remaining Star Systems.
If they could hold out until the final day, then even if their entire army perished, they could preserve the Milky Way and the countless elderly and children within it.
"Two weeks left!"
"But the Golden Crow gave everything and lasted only one week. We're far weaker than the Golden Crow. Can we really do it?"
"Why not? The Mount Lu was in a situation thousands of times worse than ours, and it still held out."
The legend of the Mount Lu continued. No one knew how they had managed it.
But since they