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Thousands of red dots shone brightly on the star map.

A thousand pulsed beams intertwined to form a net of light, crashing down on the B5 warship.

Red lights flashed wildly inside the bridge, and alarms blared incessantly.

"Shield energy is dropping rapidly! Fifty percent... twenty percent!"

"We're almost done!" Baron's hands moved at top speed. "Lin Feng! We can't take it anymore! Two more rounds and we'll all be roasted alive!"

Lin Feng stood in front of the main control console, staring intently at the fleet that was pressing closer and closer on the holographic projection.

"Turn off the shield."

Barron's hand trembled, his jaw nearly dropping: "Are you crazy?!"

"The entire shield energy was used up to power the anti-gravity engine."

Lin Feng lifted the Dragon Spear with one hand and strode towards the launch bay. "No need to defend anymore, let's charge in through the gunfire!"

Barron gritted his teeth, gripped the lever with both hands, and pushed it all the way down: "I'll give it my all!"

in space.

The energy shield surrounding the B5 warship flickered twice before going out completely.

Immediately afterwards, the exhaust plume of the anti-gravity engine surged to a thousand meters.

The thrust was severely overloaded, and the massive metal hull emitted a squeaking sound.

Without the shields, the warships did not slow down; instead, they plunged into the densest heartland of the Skyhorn fleet, braving the overwhelming beams of light.

Several warships that couldn't dodge in time were smashed to pieces by the massive hulls, and fireballs silently bloomed in the vacuum.

The warship charged into the enemy lines and came to a forced stop.

Lin Feng connected to full-frequency communication.

"Board engagement! All troops attack!"

boom!

Hundreds of heavily armored hatches on both sides of the B5 warship popped open simultaneously.

A deafening dragon roar resounded, and the hundred-meter-long body of the Nether Dragon was the first to burst out of the cabin.

A burst of primal dragon breath burned dozens of bright holes in the escort ships that were trying to approach.

Tens of thousands of Stardust Realm warriors poured into outer space through the hatch.

Duan Hongyuan, wielding his high-frequency battle sword, kicked the helmet of a Skyhorn soldier to pieces: "You're frustrated in the sea, but once we're in the sky, I'll chop you all to pieces!"

Chu Tianxing's blood and qi surged, and he smashed the armor plate of the warship next to him with a palm strike from a distance.

The vacuum environment of space has no effect on martial artists above the Stardust Realm.

Qi and blood burned unrestrainedly in the vacuum, and the most skilled hand-to-hand combat of the Blue Star warriors began.

By engaging in close combat, they completely neutralized the main gun advantage of the Skyhorn fleet!

Lin Feng ignored the ragtag soldiers.

He leaped out and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​stars.

Without using armor thrusters, relying solely on the ultimate physical explosive power of the Star Core Ninth Stage.

He stomped heavily on the void, creating a white gas explosion in space!

Not far away, the main control screen of a frigate was locked onto the rapidly approaching afterimage.

"Human Commander! Main gun aimed, fire!"

The cannon muzzle turned rapidly.

Lin Feng neither dodged nor avoided, gripping the Star Dragon Annihilation Spear tightly with both hands, his blood and qi surging out.

The platinum dragon flames surged along the gun barrel, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long platinum dragon in fury.

"broken!"

With a sudden burst of power from his waist and hips, he drew himself and his gun into a large bow, delivering a powerful horizontal slash from thousands of meters away.

The dragon flames, stretching for thousands of feet, tore through the starry sky and struck the side armor of the frigate squarely.

No doubt about it.

The hundred-meter-long frigate, along with thousands of Skyhorn soldiers inside, was cleaved in two by this single shot.

The reactor exploded, sending debris flying everywhere and instantly detonating several nearby wingmen.

The communication channel of the Sky Tribe was directly shattered.

"Monster! That native is a monster!"

"Suppressive fire! Don't let him get close!"

Dozens of warships turned their turrets around and locked onto Lin Feng's position.

Lin Feng held a gun with one arm, his blood and qi boiling on his body.

His figure vanished on the spot.

Only static remained on the warship's high-frequency radar.

The next moment, he appeared out of thin air directly above a destroyer.

The spearhead pointed downwards and pierced straight into the bridge.

Platinum dragon flames poured in through the hole, and all the Skyhorn officers on the bridge turned to ashes before they could even scream.

The warship went completely out of control and crashed into and smashed into the friendly forces next to it.

The God of Slaughter enters the battle.

Lin Feng moves freely in space.

The gun was fired, and the void shattered.

The gun fell, and the warship disintegrated.

B-grade interstellar alloy is less than waste paper in front of his Star Core Ninth Stage.

In just a few minutes, Lin Feng carved out a large vacuum zone in the dense fleet.

The surrounding enemy ships were utterly terrified, their main engines blazing as they desperately tried to create distance.

Want to run?

Lin Feng put away his spear, spread his arms, and then brought them together heavily in front of his chest.

Qi and blood erupted without reservation.

The purple-gold light expanded rapidly in all directions from him in a spherical shape.

"Blood Storm, Suppress!"

A terrifying pressure enveloped the surrounding starry sky for tens of thousands of meters.

More than a dozen Skyhorn warships that were about to turn around and escape were frozen in place.

The exhaust plumes from the main engines stretched extremely long, yet the ship could not move an inch.

The surrounding space was being squeezed inwards at an alarming rate.

The warship's outer armor twisted and broke wildly.

"Move it! Move it now!" The driver frantically pounded on the control panel.

Meaningless.

Under the absolute crushing force of the purple-gold qi and blood, more than a dozen steel behemoths collapsed rapidly from both ends toward the middle.

Large clumps of blood gushed out from the gaps in the armor, only to be instantly frozen into ice crystals by the ultra-low temperatures of space.

More than a dozen warships were shaped into irregular, solid iron discs by the blood storm, hovering lifelessly in the desolate dead zone.

This scene was simultaneously projected onto the Celestial Tribe's main mothership via a real-time star map.

The control room was completely silent.

Bone Mound stood in front of the holographic screen, the two curved horns on his forehead trembling wildly.

He stared intently at the dozen or so pieces of floating scrap metal, his face twitching wildly.

"Are they native to Earth?"

Gu Meng uttered these words through gritted teeth.

Feng Yiling's loss was not unjust.

This terrifying ability to crush a B-class warship with bare hands is something only top-tier experts at the Star Core Realm can achieve!

Take one more step forward, and you'll be at the same level as a Star Lord!

In the Silverfrost Empire, such a person would also have their own small territory.

"Commander... Commander, shall we continue the volley?" The adjutant's throat was dry.

Gu Meng slapped his adjutant away, sending him flying and slamming him against the bulkhead: "He's gone into the middle of the fleet! Is this salvo meant to bomb our own people?!"

Bone Mound was covered in dark golden scales, each one standing upright.

A violent aura of the Star Core Realm Perfection stirred up a hurricane in the main control room.

We can't let this kid live.

If he were to break through to the Star Lord level, I wouldn't be entirely confident.

Gu Meng pulled out the giant bone knife from his back with a backhand.

"Activate the highest level of combat readiness!"

"All Star Core Realm commanders, follow me into battle!"

"I want to skin him alive with my own hands!"

The heavy gates of the mothership rumbled open.

Bone Mist, wielding a giant sword, transformed into a golden light and charged out first.

Behind him, dozens of Star Core Realm commanders followed closely, heading straight for the battlefield that had been turned into a blood and flesh millstone.

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