Yu Lian did not answer immediately. He had to focus harder on fending off the encirclement.
The four elite Starrealm Knights attacked even faster and with greater force than before, as if they had been healed and then force-fed energy bars.
That was also an effect of the formation. Yu Lian could clearly sense a change in his enemies' auras. They weren't chaotic, exactly, but they had taken on an unnatural rhythm. Psychics naturally reacted this way when infused with power that wasn't their own.
Of course, it wasn't a bad thing. Any disharmony in their auras could be corrected naturally after the battle. The "aura" techniques the Throne Star Ring excelled at worked the same way.
The only one whose movements remained steady was Shamein. He hadn't been injured, nor was he affected by the enemy's buffs. He still seemed utterly unmoved by joy or sorrow. Even so, he had kept pace with his comrades, his breathing and mind remaining perfectly in sync.
Now that was some impressive progress!
If Duke Geraibean's elegant yet gloomy voice hadn't sounded again, Yu Lian might have praised him right then.
"Your torpedo boats will attack my Natural Emblem. They'll damage my engines and slow the ship, creating room for assault shuttles to land. Of course, they might even use graviton warheads to create an opportunity for a large-scale space boarding action. You took the risk of coming aboard alone to stabilize the spatial corridor, didn't you?"
Well, she'd guessed right. Yu Lian couldn't help glancing at Little Gray again. According to the robot, the plan was feasible. She'd even calculated the mathematical model for the spatial corridor for him.
"But, Sir Yu Lian, do you really think this will work?" Duke Geraibean's voice held a trace of mocking laughter. "Can you really