"Alright, Jia Yan, we won't say much more. The situation where you die here today is absolutely impossible to change. Do you have any last words?"
The Galaxy Level Middle Step Lifeform flew toward Jia Yan as he spoke, smiling faintly.
The other Galaxy Level Powerhouses were also flying in from all directions around Jia Yan, preparing to complete their encirclement.
"My last words? Sir, do you really think I definitely can't beat you all? Also, when I said that if I can't win I'll run, that wasn't empty talk. You should know my Talent is Subspace."
Jia Yan sneered coldly as he stared at the group of creatures closing in.
The Orion Arm Warship behind him, as well as those super gigantic Fleets belonging to the enemy, were all retreating backward. They weren't truly leaving, but flying to a further region to fight. This war zone here was destined to be the battlefield of Nebula Level existences.
"Dad, you have to win."
