With Great Xia's reconnaissance network and fire support, the various races cleared out the enemy very efficiently, and the number of remaining Demon Clan forces on Blue Star was falling visibly.
According to the Tianshu Command Center's estimates, barring any new surprises, the remaining Demon Clan forces on Blue Star could be completely eliminated within a month at most.
By then, threats on Blue Star itself would fall to their lowest level since the disaster.
But Han Niba did not relax because of this.
The place that truly troubled him was the Kona Satellite.
Lately, the Demon Clan's higher-ups on the Kona Satellite had been far too quiet.
Ever since Great Xia and the Kona Civilization had joined forces to repel the Demon Clan's encirclement attack, Great Xia's occupied territory had continued expanding.
The walls grew thicker by the day, defensive positions spread outward in ring after ring, and unmanned patrols had already pushed the security perimeter into more distant areas.
Given the Demon Clan's vicious, volatile nature, they should never have tolerated Great Xia expanding right under their noses.
Yet that was exactly what had happened.
The Demon Clan's higher-ups had not organized any large-scale counterattacks, nor had any Demon God-level beings forced their way through the lines in surprise attacks.
Apart from occasionally sending small groups against the outskirts of Kona Base or continuing to pour low-level monsters into the two Space Wormholes leading to Great Xia to prove they were still alive, they were so quiet the rest of the time that they might as well not have existed.
In private, frontline soldiers even joked that the Demon Clan might have been beaten into giving up.
But reason told them that was absolutely impossible.
It seemed more like the calm before a storm.
During this period,