Ninth Special Zone, Brotherhood headquarters.
A fleet that blotted out the sky hung above the main city. The Nanshan body cultivators' warships stood at the forefront, with Spark warships arrayed on both flanks, every cannon muzzle glowing with an eerie blue charging light.
"Fire!"
At the command, thousands upon thousands of cannons roared in unison!
BOOM!
Heaven and earth shook. Energy beams poured down like a torrential rain, and dense cracks instantly spread across the headquarters' outer shield. The defensive fortifications atop the city walls were blown into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.
The Brotherhood's vice president, Peacock Mountain, watched the cannon fire filling the sky, his face livid. His furious roar spread in every direction through an amplification formation:
"Catherine, Shen Long, have you two gone mad?"
"Slaves dare bite their masters? You cannot possibly imagine the might of the magic machinery civilization. Your struggle now is nothing but futile!"
"Take your people and get the hell out of here right now, and I can still put in a good word for you before the Creation Hall's progenitor!"
On the bridge of the Spark flagship, Catherine looked down at the Brotherhood headquarters engulfed in flames, her gaze icy.
"Those who betray their race must be killed!"
Peacock Mountain's face instantly turned grim to the extreme. With an enraged shout, he said, "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit—then fight!"
Magic energy surged around him as a Saint-grade battle armor instantly covered his entire body. He shot into the sky, gathering a thousand-meter-long peacock-feather blade in his hand. Carrying a force capable of destroying heaven and earth, it slashed viciously toward Shen Long's warship!
"Peacock Spreads Its Tail—Ten Thousand Blades Slaughter Gods!"
Empty-handed, Shen Long stepped off the warship's deck and, facing the