At this moment, Tom's Flying Star still retained a substantial mass, ensuring ample material supplies for a short period.
The Abyss Civilization before him had evidently adopted the same strategy he had once used: holding steadfastly to three large planets, attempting to exhaust his supplies with their more abundant resources, and thereby defeat him.
"You are indeed a powerful civilization, and this strategy is certainly effective right now. I'm afraid any other Strong Nuclear Civilization would not fare well. It's just a pity that you encountered me..."
With war now certain, neither side exchanged any further words.
"Primal, it's up to you!"
"Received."
Countless unmanned warships, mixed with innumerable mine-laying ships, mine-sweeping ships, missile ships, communication ships, space fortresses, and turrets, departed from the main fleet and surged towards Second Planet.
