The high-resolution image of Lieutenant General Germes offering up his sword had already spread across the universe. This might well be the Empire's biggest public humiliation of the year.
As for the losses on Earth's side, they were still being tallied. But the battle had turned from an encirclement into a head-on clash, and anyone with even a basic understanding of military affairs would realize that the losses could hardly have been minor.
Still, no one could deny that ever since Yu Lian's fleet had arrived at the Far Shore Nebula after a forced march day and night, it had won battle after battle, completely turning the tide on the Far Shore front.
This was the second time he had eliminated a threat on a front, after dealing with the enemy fleet at the Blood Gate.
Yet even after all that, Yu Lian's fleet had still not stopped.
The undefeated fleet, which had won several victories in a row, was like a mad lion. Neither its wounds nor its exhaustion had slowed it in the slightest as it continued to pursue its stubborn enemy. By now, it had fought its way through every obstacle and pushed the front line beyond the Far Shore Nebula once again.
Needless to say, this huge news had already spread throughout the galaxy. And the assorted monsters and demons aboard the White Devil, who had just returned from the "New World," had finally heard about it over the public broadcast.
They all found it quite novel to realize they had become the "New World bumpkins" who were the last to hear the news.
After a brief silence, Khan Tomitaili sighed. "What an impressive young man! If you round things off, we actually have some history between us. At the very least, we'd have plenty to