The attack had come far too suddenly, catching the merchant fleet at a severe disadvantage. The entire fleet was alarmed and immediately took emergency measures.
All eight starships moved together. Two positioned themselves beside the flagship as shields. Every starship opened fire, launching a fierce counterattack toward the direction of the ambush in a barrage of bombardment.
The two sides exchanged artillery fire, illuminating the darkness of space. Beams of every color intertwined overhead, creating a dangerous sort of beauty.
Fan Lang, aboard the flagship, reacted at once and sent Purple Lightning Arhat a message: "I'll lend you a hand!"
Whoosh!
Before his words had even faded, he had flown to one of the flagship's hatches, used his authority to open it, and emerged from the starship.
As powerful as a starship was, it still needed the aid of Martial Gods. It could not rely entirely on itself.
Fan Lang was absolutely a helper who provided both offense and defense for this merchant fleet. The moment he acted, he used two methods: one for attack and one for defense.
A pitch-black Divine Dragon Avatar emerged from the void, spreading its black dragon wings and enveloping the flagship, forming a powerful layer of protection.
Fan Lang's sword struck out as well. He used the Rules Swordplay he had recently favored. Lines and various mathematical tools appeared one after another, locking onto the enemy's location and calculating the optimal trajectory for his strike.
Sharp sword energy surged forth, no less powerful than a Star Shattering Cannon. It danced through the air and slashed at the ruined star.
The attackers had come prepared. They had arranged not only weapons here, but all manner of defensive measures. Fan Lang's sword energy encountered layer upon layer of obstruction and failed to inflict devastating damage.
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