There was one thing to remember, though: Yu Lian still had his limits. Though he was already a six-ring "Saint," and could amplify his strength through the spirit-vein cycle, he was still human and could still get tired. He truly enjoyed this kind of extreme maneuvering, darting back and forth, but he had to admit that using psychic power to predict incoming fire from hundreds of thousands of kilometers away was far harder than anticipating an opponent's moves. The strain on his body and mind was in a completely different league.
What was more, he wasn't the only one getting tired. Every warrior aboard the ship was working at full capacity. If they ran short on energy and made a mistake, then even if he predicted an attack correctly, they might still fail to maneuver in time.
Indeed, during an evasive maneuver sixty seconds earlier, the Fuxi's response had seemed just a little sluggish. A positron beam fired from the Serpent's Nest had passed less than a hundred meters from the battleship's shields. It had even set off a chain reaction in the reactive shields and armor, scorching and damaging the outer layer of fluid armor.
The entire ship had shuddered as if struck by an earthquake. The only casualty had been one poor bastard who bit his tongue, but it was still a worrying sign.
Everyone aboard the Fuxi felt they should bring this bullfight-like exchange of fire to an end. They eased the battleship backward, steadily opening up a safe distance from their opponent and deciding to leave the stage to the Ten Treasures Fleet's pirate fighters.
By then, the Ten Treasures Fleet's warships had also closed in. They stopped about fifty thousand kilometers from the Earth fleet, led by the Teutonic Forest, keeping a clear separation between