Qian Wangsun looked at the remaining troops making their last resistance, a lonely expression flashing in his eyes: "Is it ending?"
He slowly spoke in the communication network: "Sorry everyone, actually in this war… I never predicted any chance of victory. In thousands of futures, what awaits us is failure."
"Human development time is still too short, compared to the civilization of the Spiritual People from beyond, we are just infants in a cradle."
At this moment, not only did the troops on Earth hear Qian Wangsun's speech, but even the retreating fleets echoed his voice.
Qian Wangsun thought silently: 'I must properly warn the fleeing humans, let them hide and develop, don't emerge, don't be arrogant, don't be complacent, don't oppose the Spiritual People until they reach the point of no further development.'
