Darkness.
Within the black storm, daylight was nowhere to be seen. Purple-black lightning churned and flashed, roars echoed, and beastly shadows swept past—everything proclaimed this place to be hell.
The blue energy shield around Base Seven flickered unsteadily beneath the assault of darkness like a dying candle in a gale, emitting an overloaded hum.
Energy cannons along the walls roared, bursting into clusters of fiery explosions.
Outside the surrounding walls, dozens of mechs fired Particle Cannons into the darkness, occasionally swinging massive swords to send charging mutated beasts flying.
Warriors also unleashed sword qi into the darkness from time to time, shredding the mutated beasts. The battlefield was a maelstrom of blood and slaughter.
By the flashes of cannon fire, a despairing scene was revealed.
Within the storm, swarms of mutated beasts blanketed heaven and earth as they slammed into the shield. In the skies, flocks of Riftwind Falcons—giant birds shaped like blades—kept crashing into the barrier like black raindrops, each impact erupting in corrosive purple-black lightning.
On the ground, several-zhang-long mutated beasts with enormous horns rammed the base's alloy walls madly. The shriek of twisting metal rang without cease, while flames and lightning shot from the distant storm and struck the shield.
"Hold the line! Keep energy output at seventy percent! Turrets, target the beast horde! Focus fire!" Inside the command tower, Base Commander Chen Feng's voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot.
He was a general of the Galactic Alliance, now in command of Outpost Seven. The people of the Tianli Sect still did not know how to operate technological weaponry.
In the command hall, Du Xun watched the battlefield footage being transmitted back and could not help sighing.
At that moment, he understood that Fang Mo's decision had been right. Technology had its own advantages. If they had