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The human Goku Armor was so powerful that the Divine Tree had to divert some of its power to attack it.

Deep within the purple nebula, the enormous divine tree is enduring unprecedented pressure.

One hundred thousand Wukong armors roamed freely within the nebula, the light from the elemental cannons tearing the purple sky to shreds. The resistance of the Avatar warriors was as fragile as paper before them.

Every second, dozens of Ikalan fall from the sky, and every moment, the lives of Avatar warriors vanish in the starry sky.

The crown of the divine tree trembled violently, and the purple light flickered erratically, as if it were angry, anxious, and frantically mobilizing its power.

It originally concentrated most of its power on its branches to fight against the human's giant roc warship.

But now, the Wukong Armor is slaughtering its people and destroying its foundation.

If left unchecked, even if tree branches block the warship, the interior of the ship will be completely destroyed.

The divine tree made its choice.

Countless tree branches that were originally pointing at the warship suddenly turned and lashed out at Wukong's armor with earth-shattering force.

However, as the divine tree shares some of its power, its power also diminishes.

Every tree branch that was moved away meant a reduction in the firepower against the Great Roc warship.

Every bit of power that was taken away caused a crack in the overall defense of the divine tree.

Those cracks were firmly held in place by the human's giant roc warship.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the human's giant roc warships continuously destroyed the branches of the divine tree.

The commander's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's; he immediately noticed the change in the distribution of the divine tree's power.

On the holographic projection, the density of the tree branches in front began to decrease, the frequency of the attacks began to weaken, and gaps appeared in the originally dense, rain-like lashes.

"Attention all troops! The enemy has split its forces!"

The commander's voice boomed through the communication channel, filled with suppressed excitement.

"All warships, full firepower! Don't give them any chance to breathe!"

Tens of thousands of Dapeng warships simultaneously unleashed their strongest firepower.

The white beams of light from the celestial weapons poured down like a torrential rain, while the beams of light from the elemental weapons intertwined to form a net of death, slamming into the turning branches.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A tree branch that was about to strike Wukong's armor was hit simultaneously by three star beams. The purple scales shattered under the terrifying impact, the branch broke in half, purple sap gushed out, and the broken end was charred black.

Another branch was ignited by a beam of fire elemental energy, and the crimson flames spread rapidly along the branch, burning the entire branch to ashes.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand.

Tree branches broke, burned, and disappeared in large swaths under the relentless bombardment of the human fleet.

As the branches of the divine tree were continuously damaged, its regenerative ability also weakened.

In the beginning, when humans destroyed the tree branches, the other party was able to recover in a fraction of a second.

At the broken ends of those branches, a purple light would ignite within a fraction of a second, and new branches would grow at a visible speed, thicker and more ferocious than before.

That terrifying speed of recovery once made the human fleet feel despair—no matter how much they destroyed, the enemy could recover in the blink of an eye.

But now it takes a few seconds.

As the power of the divine tree was continuously depleted, and as it had to simultaneously cope with the dual pressures of warships and armor, its recovery speed began to decline sharply.

0.5 seconds, one second, two seconds, three seconds.

The broken branches could no longer regenerate instantly; the purple light flickered at the break for longer and longer periods, and the new branches grew at a slower and slower rate.

Some branches, once destroyed, can take up to five seconds to regrow.

Five seconds.

For the human fleet, five seconds is enough to launch a new attack and cause more damage before the Divine Tree can recover.

The commander stood in the flagship's command center, his eyes fixed on the constantly changing data on the holographic projection.

The energy curve of the divine tree is decreasing at a visible rate, the density of its branches is decreasing, the recovery time is lengthening, and the purple light is dimming.

Everything is proving his judgment correct.

"It seems that the most powerful force in this galaxy is this divine tree, but the more its power is consumed, the longer it will take to recover."

The commander's voice echoed in the command center, carrying a hint of cold certainty.

He has been observing the battle for a full day since it began.

Although the divine tree is powerful, its power is not limitless.

Each time a branch is destroyed and then restored, it requires energy.

Each burst of flame, each lash of a branch, requires energy.

When it has to deal with the dual attacks of warships and armored vehicles at the same time, its consumption rate increases exponentially.

"In that case, increase the frequency of our attacks and completely destroy this divine tree. We must seize everything it has to offer."

The commander-in-chief issued the order decisively, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

The moment the order was given, the attack frequency of the human fleet increased again.

The cannons of the Dapeng warship turned red-hot from continuous firing, but not a single warship stopped firing.

The energy core of the stellar weapon was operating at full power, and the cooling system of the elemental weapon was pushed to its limit.

Every warship was burning through its energy reserves, and every cannon was unleashing devastating firepower.

In an instant, the war across the entire Pandora galaxy became increasingly violent.

Purple nebulae surged amidst the flames of war, the white light of celestial weapons intertwined with the various colors of elemental weapons, dyeing the entire starry sky with a rainbow of hues.

The explosions continued incessantly, the cracking of tree branches breaking echoed throughout the star field, and purple sap rained down like a storm, forming a purple sea of ​​blood in the starry sky.

The branches of the sacred tree are constantly being destroyed, and the time it takes to recover is getting longer and longer.

Five seconds, six seconds, eight seconds, ten seconds.

Those tree branches that used to regrow in a fraction of a second now take ten or even twenty seconds to recover.

During this brief window of opportunity, the human fleet can launch several attacks to destroy even more tree branches.

The crown of the divine tree trembled violently, the purple light dimmed rapidly, and the entire giant tree emitted a low, mournful cry.

It was bleeding, it was wailing, it was struggling desperately.

Despite the protection and attacks from the Divine Tree, Wukong's armored warriors suffered continuous losses.

Although the branches that split off from the divine tree weakened its defenses against the warship, they still posed a deadly threat to the Wukong Armor.

Those enormous tree branches swept across the starry sky, each carrying the power of a stellar weapon.

One of the Goku armors was unable to dodge in time and was struck head-on by a tree branch. The Kuroko shield shattered instantly, the armor's chest plate was pierced, and the entire armor was reduced to fragments in the explosion.

Another Goku armor was chasing an Avatar warrior when it was surrounded by three tree branches at the same time. It was hit by three elemental attacks: fire, ice, and lightning. The armor was twisted and deformed by the energy and then exploded.

The losses among the Goku armored warriors are increasing, but the number of Avatar deaths is even greater.

Although the power emanating from the Divine Tree was immense, its main focus was already tied up by the Great Roc Battleship, leaving only a limited number of branches available to deal with Wukong's armor.

The number of Wukong Armor units is 100,000.

One hundred thousand units.

Each one is the elite of human civilization, and each one is equipped with the most advanced elemental weapons and black spot defense.

They surged like a black tide through the purple nebula, leaving a trail of Avatar warrior corpses falling like raindrops wherever they went.

The Avatar warriors fought desperately, but the disparity between the two sides was simply too great.

Ikalan's purple flames could not penetrate the black shield of Goku's armor, and the spears of the Avatar warriors could not pierce the coating of Goku's armor.

Each attack from the Goku Armor could take the lives of dozens of Ikarans.

The number of Avatar warriors plummeted from tens of thousands initially to five thousand, three thousand, one thousand, and five hundred.

Purple blood floated in the starry sky, mixing with the sap of the divine tree to form a vast purple ocean.

The battle lasted for three full days.

For three days and three nights, the human fleet did not stop for a moment.

The soldiers on the Dapeng warship took turns resting, but the artillery fire never stopped.

The pilots of the Wukong Armor expended every ounce of energy in battle, writing humanity's victory with steel and flames.

For three days and three nights, the divine tree was continuously weakened.

Its branches decreased from tens of thousands initially to five thousand, then three thousand, and finally one thousand.

Its recovery speed has increased from a fraction of a second to ten seconds, thirty seconds, and a minute.

Its purple light changed from being as intense as fire to as dim as a candle.

Almost all the avatars in the entire Pandora galaxy perished, except for a small number who escaped.

The escaped Avatar warriors rode the remaining Ikarans and disappeared into the depths of the purple nebula, vanishing into the vast universe.

They may go to find a new home, or they may come back one day.

But that's all for the future.

At this moment, the Pandora galaxy already belongs to humanity.

Human warships also entered the Pandora system.

The Great Roc warship broke through the Divine Tree's last line of defense and sailed into the depths of the purple nebula.

The enormous purple planet came into view, its surface covered by a dense purple forest, within which lay hidden the cities and temples of the Avatar civilization.

Those once magnificent buildings are now ravaged by war.

Purple light shimmered on the planet's surface; it was the afterglow of the divine tree, the last stand of the Avatar civilization.

Of course, humanity also suffered losses; 3,000 of the 10,000 warships were destroyed by the Divine Tree, and 30,000 Wukong armored warriors were destroyed.

The wreckage of three thousand giant warships floated in the starry sky, their silvery-white armor fragments shimmering in the purple light, like countless fallen stars.

Fragments of 30,000 Wukong armors were scattered throughout the nebula, the black steel floating in the purple liquid, telling the story of the fierce battle.

The fall of each warship meant the sacrifice of hundreds of soldiers.

The destruction of each armored vehicle signifies the departure of a heroic soul from this world.

But humanity has no time to mourn.

Because the battle is not over yet.

"Let's attack this tree together."

The commander decisively issued the order and launched a fierce attack on the Pandora Tree.

The remaining seven thousand Dapeng warships simultaneously adjusted their cannons, aiming all their firepower at the divine tree standing in the center of the nebula.

Seven thousand white beams of light from celestial weapons, along with tens of thousands of beams of light from elemental weapons of various colors, pierced fiercely at the trunk of the divine tree like seven thousand sharp swords.

The Pandora Tree also rebelled fiercely.

It knew this was the final battle.

If it cannot be stopped, everything it has will be plundered by humans.

If they lose, the Avatar civilization will be completely destroyed.

The divine tree mobilized all its remaining power, and the remaining branches swung wildly, clashing with human artillery fire.

Purple flames and white beams of light collided in the starry sky, unleashing a deafening roar.

Every broken branch leaves a deep scar on the sacred tree.

Every wound causes the sacred tree to emit a low, mournful cry.

But the divine tree's counterattack was equally fierce.

The remaining branches danced in the starry sky, each lash capable of piercing the shields of a giant roc warship and tearing its silvery-white hull into pieces.

A giant warship was pierced by tree branches, its hull broke in two, and it turned into a fireball in the explosion.

Another giant warship was simultaneously entangled by three tree branches, its armor twisted and deformed under the purple power, and then crushed into pieces.

For a time, the divine tree actually managed to hold off the human attack, and the outcome remained uncertain.

Seven thousand warships confronted a giant tree in the starry sky, their cannon fire and branches weaving a web of death.

White beams of light and purple flames burst forth in the starry sky, each collision unleashing a violent energy storm.

Warships are falling, tree branches are breaking.

The wreckage of warships and fragments of tree branches floated in the starry sky, and purple sap and human blood congealed in the vacuum.

Both sides are giving it their all, both sides are expending their last bit of strength.

The commander stood in the flagship's command center, his gaze fixed on the divine tree that was still stubbornly resisting on the holographic projection.

His fist clenched slightly.

The loss of three thousand warships, the sacrifice of thirty thousand armored vehicles, and three days and three nights of fierce fighting.

Humanity has paid a huge price to get to this point.

Now, the sacred tree is at its last gasp.

Its branches are few and far between, its light has dimmed, and its mournful cries have become faint.

But it is still resisting, still fighting, still making its last struggle.

The commander took a deep breath, his gaze turning cold and resolute.

"All warships, fire one last salvo."

"Use all the remaining energy."

"This strike will end the battle."

Upon receiving the order, all seven thousand Dapeng warships simultaneously injected the last bit of energy from their engines into their cannons.

White light gathered at the muzzle, growing brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire purple nebula as if it were daytime.

That light embodies three days and three nights of bloody battle fought by humankind, the sacrifice of three thousand warships and thirty thousand armored vehicles, and the will and determination of the entire human civilization.

The divine tree sensed the deadly threat and frantically mobilized its last strength. Its remaining branches pieced together a defensive line in the starry sky, and purple light flickered desperately on its canopy.

But its power is almost gone.

Seven thousand beams of light were fired simultaneously.