Earth's atmosphere acted like a protective layer, at times hard and at others soft. Unless one possessed the absolute offensive power of a War God, breaking through in a short amount of time was nearly impossible, no matter how formidable one's attacks or clever one's methods.
Without that level of destructive power, Planet Level superpower users who wanted to break through could only do so through sheer persistence, like the foolish old man who moved the mountains, using their superpowers to slowly carve an opening in the protective layer.
This time, the Star Nation of the Ancient Universe had dispatched the forces of its six great families, along with eighteen smaller families from the Source Universe and other star sectors. A total of about a thousand people now stood at the ready, awaiting Graham Cross's command.
"Graham, I believe we should wait a little longer!"
