One year later.
A horde of over a thousand third-tier demons was gathering beneath the ruins of a massive canyon, each demon displaying immense excitement.
At their feet lay nearly a hundred broken, massive spaceships.
Each of them clutched hundreds of tiny phantoms in their hands, occasionally swallowing one with excitement.
"This is just wonderful!"
"Indeed."
"Don't just focus on eating, remember to save what needs to be submitted."
"Hmph, no need for your reminder."
...
A cacophony of noisy chatter echoed continuously.
Occasionally, spaceships would approach, but upon seeing the situation in the canyon, they would decisively leave.
The demons were aware of these spaceships, yet none had any intention of pursuing them.
After more than a year of war, they knew that any spaceship appearing alone was a tough nut to crack.
