A mere few tens of thousands of kilometers.
Yet at this moment, the Undead Race army advanced at an exceptionally slow pace.
One one hand, they had to remain constantly wary of Yang Fan's long-range firepower suppression.
On the other, they needed the Mechanical War Puppets to shield the legions behind them.
The army of believers had to coordinate with the two colossal behemoths, constantly adjusting their angles.
Sometimes turning sideways, sometimes changing direction.
They did their utmost to let their steel bodies block more artillery fire.
Though they could not stop everything, eighty or ninety percent of the attacks still landed on the Mechanical War Puppets.
Boom! Boom!
Countless laser cannons bombarded them without pause.
Yet attacks that could easily slaughter Foundation Establishment Realm believers left only scorched marks on the Mechanical War Puppets.
Their high-strength alloy bodies were virtually unscathed.
Watching this, Yang Fan could not help sinking into thought.
There were too many foreign races in reality. Every race possessed its own advantages and flaws.
Even an S-Class Building would gather dust like a pearl cast into darkness if it did not suit the Divine Kingdom system.
The true value of a building had never depended solely on its rank.
What suited oneself was the best.
Fortunately, this Undead Race had no subordinates akin to Artificial Lifeforms.
Otherwise, if they could fully unleash the Mechanical War Puppets' combat power, only the two Void War Arks would likely have been able to suppress them.
The losses in this battle would then have been enormous.
Since they were in the final stage of the decisive battle.
Yang Fan spent most of his time within the Foreign-Race Divine Kingdom.
After giving Gu Le her instructions, he returned directly to his room and locked the door.
His consciousness re-entered the