On the Ship of Fortune.
Jiang Ye sat cross-legged, myriad thoughts flickering in his eyes.
"Thank goodness."
"Apart from the Cangxu Civilization and Huanglong Civilization, the others all come from first-level civilizations." Jiang Ye's gaze swept over this tributary: "However, most come from civilizations above level 1.8."
If it were normal times, Jiang Ye wouldn't be afraid at all.
But at the moment, most of Blue Star's will is used to counter the River of Civilization.
Which means, Jiang Ye virtually has no planet will to bolster him, while these alien powerhouses have the planet will of first and second-level civilizations.
"These aliens cannot possibly form an alliance."
"Trying to use the 'take the head of ten thousand armies' tactic to slay enemies like before is practically impossible." Jiang Ye sighed inwardly.
In this situation.
Jiang Ye was unsure whether he could seize the opportunity, and even if he did, whether he could hold onto it.
