With a little wave of Zhang Yang's hand, all the troops who had entered the Star Gate appeared outside it. The Star Gate slowly dissipated within Blue Star's borders, bringing this Star War to an end.
Zhang Yang aimed his palm at Blue Star. The vast amounts of radiation that had spilled out of the Star Gate, along with the harmful chemicals released on Blue Star during the war, were drawn off the planet and drifted into the boundless universe.
Who knew where they would drift? Perhaps they would reach a first-level civilization. That would be a story for another book.
This war had caught Zhang Yang by surprise, and the gains it brought were enormous.
The Undead Race was actually absurdly powerful. Without technology and weapons of mass destruction, the Human Race would definitely have been locked in a bitter struggle. Who would bring down the stag in the end was far from certain.
The enemy felt no pain and had no emotions, operating mechanically on orders alone. No wonder the entire universe loathed their race.
Zhang Yang believed that if he deployed the Undead Bone Sea on Blue Star, there was a strong chance it would produce Undead Mages. He could also summon members of the Undead Race from it.
But Zhang Yang did not want to deploy it yet. Blue Star was still too small. He would put it off for now, casually leaving it in his inventory.
Looking at the three divine cards in his inventory, Zhang Yang smiled. The War Fog he had longed for was finally his. He gently stroked the divine card and chose to activate it.
A thin layer of fog shrouded all of Blue Star. This defensive measure prevented enemy forces from commanding the entire battlefield from a god's-eye view.
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