No matter how much these old ice sticks let their thoughts run wild at this moment, they cannot change the objective fact of the increasingly intense battle outside the ship.

The strange thing is that although outer space is filled with chaotic and violent information storm flows, their communication mechanisms are inevitably disrupted, forcing them to rely on traditional, outdated radio communications. Hence, their coordination shouldn't be so seamless; the coordination between each different combat unit is unlikely to be so rigorous and precise.

As long as it's radio communication, there will be delays, because the speed of light can only be three hundred thousand kilometers per second.

Yet the fact is that the Rebel Army, with millions of combat units, remains tightly and organically linked together.

The random combinations of their coordination are still so perfect and fluid.

The constantly changing small-scale tactical coordination, whether it's attack, cover, encirclement, dispersion, sniper fire, concentrated arrowhead charge, or cleanly overloaded self-destruct, still maintains extremely high efficiency and a level of precision that's hard to believe.

If every single entity among the millions of Rebel Army is viewed as part of a body, then they still cooperate seamlessly under the command of a brain, merging into a giant War God standing tall and firm.

The frozen Elders are very familiar with this situation.

In theory, this scene should have appeared on some day during the return of the Great Migration Fleet when they encountered the Empire's enemy.

Because only the comprehensive precise dispatch of the "Net" could create such a precise cosmic battlefield as if the human body is controlling the immune system to eradicate cancer cells.

Clearly, the "Net" is in our hands, just temporarily out of communication.

Clearly, with such powerful information flow interference now, we can't get help from the "Net."

What exactly is going on with this Rebel Army?

Could it be... the power of that Spirit Demon Race?

The old ice sticks recall in their minds the sinister youth half-buried in a massive tumor they saw through Ren Zhong's eyes.

He can communicate with countless people's minds over a vast range, unifying countless people into one thought system!

This level of Spirit Demon Race exists only in legend.

It's said that the reason the not-so-populous Spirit Demon Race can stand firm in a million-year confrontation, causing the Empire, Enhancers, and Pilgrims great fear, is that some terrifying Spirit Demon Race rely solely on one person and one brain, standing on the surface of one star, can drag all people's subconscious on the planet into his world, commanding them without anyone detecting.

Such Spirit Demon Race can hear each person's inner voice and secretly manipulate thoughts like plucking guitar strings.

Although there hasn't been any detailed record of encountering such a level of Spirit Demon Race within the Empire so far, the legend seems more like a myth. But as long as there are legends, there is a basis. When people encounter suspicious situations, they always use the elusive legend to explain phenomena that known knowledge can't describe. Ancient human myths about the Thunder God and Lightning Mother originated from this.

After nodding to others, Ma Zhongfei modified the data already recorded in the Tracer's black box again, adding two words before the "Spirit Demon Race" in the report, "Divine Level."

The subtext of this report is that, since we've encountered a divine-level demon race, we are not unjustly defeated.

Once the expectation of defeat emerges, any strange variations in the battle seem to make sense.

Of course, until the last moment, no one wants to die.

Oddly enough, clearly, the wandering Ice Sealing Army, Starship embryos, Faceless Corps, and Slaughterers do not know their Commander has already changed his mindset, but it is precisely after the old ice sticks are intimidated by the Spirit Demon Race that they almost simultaneously show signs of defeat.

This seems like coincidence but also an inevitability.

Ren Zhong once told Li Yang that ultimately, the Tracer is only a Colonization Ship, although it's a creation of the Empire, it's absolutely no match for the strongest combat force of Source Star civilization.

The strong individual power of the Ice Sealing Army can indeed cause some trouble, but the saying "many ants bite an elephant to death" is not a myth but a theoretically achievable fact.

Now, the millions of ants belonging to Ren Zhong are, under Sun Ai's meticulous guidance and the strategic advice from Commanders of the Starfire Corps and graduates of Starfire Military Academy, gradually consuming the survival and maneuvering space of the Ice Sealing Army.