A few seconds earlier.
The four-dimensional being struggled to withstand the Human Fleet's relentless bombardment.
Violent gravitational fluctuations kept erupting around it, tearing at its body and placing an immense burden on the core within.
It tried to open a wormhole to escape-with the threat posed by the Human Fleet, the spatial turbulence caused by an unstable wormhole was nothing!
But it failed.
Under the influence of countless Micro Black Holes and Gravity Bombs, it could not possibly open a wormhole large enough to pass through!
As it tried, several spatial rifts struck from treacherous angles, slamming into the shield it had raised.
The Spatial Shield flickered several times, then silently vanished before its despairing eyes.
The overburdened Spatial Shield had shattered.
From then on, its situation would only grow more desperate!
Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!
Flashes from the Dark Matter Cannons kept erupting beside it, squeezing its already narrow room for survival!
A four-dimensional spatial rift came howling toward it and flashed past its side.
Pinned down by the Dark Matter Cannons, it could not dodge in time, and the spatial rift sheared away a small portion of its body.
It amounted to roughly 0.15% of its entire body, almost all of it unimportant outer armor.
A tiny loss, but an exceedingly ominous sign.
Watching the spatial rifts hurtle toward it, the four-dimensional being could only do its best to keep its vital organs from being hit.
What it needed to do now was buy time-either until its Spatial Shield was repaired and reactivated, or until the Human Fleet's offensive began to wane.
As long as its core and thought organ remained intact, it would win!
Just as it braced itself to lose more than 90% of its four-dimensional body, it suddenly noticed something puzzling.
The Human Fleet's firepower was