Time had indeed reached its most critical point.
There was truly no more room for delay.
On the Second Planet battlefield, the enemy's offensive was growing fiercer with each wave, and their side had less than fifty thousand warships left that could be mobilized. They were about to be unable to hold on.
Once the opponent invaded the planet and destroyed all missiles and nuclear bombs, then, even if their side wanted to cleanse, they wouldn't be able to.
Nearly ten billion elite Havilah Civilization individuals falling into the opponent's hands was absolutely unacceptable. If that happened, all their civilization's secrets, all their technology, everything would become nourishment for the opponent. At that time, there might even be a danger of the civilization collapsing.
Heimerlan closed his eyes, full of pain.
At this moment, the only countermeasure seemed to be forced expulsion.
