Lin Mo was destroying the Space Wormholes faster and faster.
Each time he destroyed a Wormhole, he fired a Reconnaissance Shell through to the other side before it collapsed.
Although each probe could only transmit useful data back for a dozen to twenty-odd seconds, as these fragments of data continued to accumulate, the picture of the Demon Clan's side grew increasingly complete.
That Satellite was indeed no ordinary encampment.
Some Space Wormholes were disgorging members of the Demon Clan, with vast numbers of low-ranking Demon Creatures charging toward the wasteland in chaotic lines like swarms of insects being driven onward.
Meanwhile, members of the Demon Clan were entering other Space Wormholes.
"They're moving troops."
An operations staff officer offered his assessment:
"This Satellite most likely connects to other battlefields."
"Blue Star isn't their only target, and neither is Terra. Or rather, this is a transit station, an outpost."
Han Niba's gaze darkened.
This matched their earlier assessment.
The Demon Clan was not an invader attacking along a single front, but a race of war that expanded across star regions.
Through Space Wormholes, they dragged one civilization after another into wars of attrition.
Low-ranking Demon Creatures filled the front lines, while the High-Ranking Demon Clan carried out decapitation strikes, followed by assimilation, consumption, and plunder.
Without Blue Star's nuclear weapons, Antimatter Bombs, and support from Terra's Seventh-Order Experts, Great Xia would probably have been dragged into this hopeless mire as well.
As images from different angles were stitched together, the structure of the entire Star System gradually appeared on the large screen.
It was a blue giant.
Its volume exceeded the sun's by more than a hundredfold, and intense blue-white light filled the entire star region.
Ten planets orbited it, most of them giant planets of extraordinarily enormous size.
On this