The Deep-Web Lady glanced once more at the mechanical wreckage beneath Gao Gong's feet and at the brazen fellow beside him, who was puffing on a "Nameless Cigar."
She suddenly felt somewhat fortunate. Thankfully, it had been him who had brought her into the interstellar age back then.
Was the Disaster civilization not powerful?
It was extremely powerful!
A single Nameless Fungus could evolve into an Old One, and an Old One could easily corrupt any Tier-Three planet, or even a civilization coordinate.
The Great Filter civilization was even more terrifying. Anyone who failed to pass its evolutionary algorithm would be erased.
There were tens of thousands of these two disaster-level exterminator civilizations.
Yet when the two of them faced a true Ascended higher-up, they could be said to have had no power to fight back at all.
As for the fellow opposite them, although his condition looked somewhat miserable, those injuries were nothing much.
After all, it had not been he who had been forced to flee, but that Ascended higher-up.
Even so, she still had many questions to ask.
"Did it hold back?"
"Perhaps it did, perhaps it didn't. But most likely, it didn't."
Seeing the other party's solemn expression, Gao Gong smiled faintly.
"Don't imagine Ascended species as being that exaggerated. At most, he's only a higher-up. If it really came to an Ascension-level civilization strike, he wouldn't get the final say."
"So why is it still here? To embarrass itself? If I really defeat and capture it, then it'll lose a great deal of face."
So, to deal with Mr. G in front of them—or rather, this civilization that had taken the fusion route—even an Ascended civilization would have to launch a civilization-level strike?
At that moment, the Deep-Web Lady finally understood the meaning of "fusion