The Void Corridor lived up to its name. It was not empty, but filled with violent spatial fragments, deadly energy vortices, and elusive void creatures. Like a lone boat on a raging sea, the starship struggled through bizarre, constantly twisting and collapsing spatial passageways. Its shields flickered erratically, while its hull let out teeth-grating groans.
"Thirty degrees to port, Spatial Collapse! Evasive maneuver!"
"Ahead, a swarm of Void Jellyfish! Prepare energy cannon fire!"
"Watch out! A gravitational singularity is pulling from the right!"
Yun Yi focused completely, sweat beading across his forehead as he pushed his piloting skills to their limits, guiding the starship in a dance along death's edge. Yue Liuli stood at the bow, her star bow drawn at all times, precisely picking off the strange creatures lunging from the Void Shadows. Master of Qingwei Temple sat cross-legged in the center, lightly sweeping his fly-whisk as he laid down layers of purifying light screens, stabilizing the space within the ship and resisting the pervasive spatial erosion and mental whispers.
Li Wuyang stood before the porthole, his expression grim. The Annihilation Star Core in his hand was growing hotter, its resonance increasingly intense. It even sketched a blurry image in his mind: the Sky Patrol Immortal Boat burning amid demonic qi, a figure in white bound to an altar by chains, struggling in agony... It was Xuan's shell!
"Faster!" Anxiety gnawed at him, yet he could do nothing to help. In such an extreme environment, individual strength seemed insignificant. They could only rely on the starship and their companions.
Suddenly, the entire corridor shook violently, and an incomparably massive spatial rift appeared ahead! Beyond the rift was not a normal starry sky, but an eerie crimson flesh wall covered in twisted, vein-like patterns! The flesh wall slowly writhed, exuding