Everyone stared at the screens on their protective pods, not daring to blink.
On one side, they waited for the commander's orders; on the other, they assessed the danger.
Before coming here, the Elder Council had told them that once the mission was complete, they would have very little time to evacuate. If they failed to seize the opportunity, they would be buried at the heart of this storm.
Although everyone knew their chances of returning were slim, they still had to give it everything they had.
The Alliance had prepared these new protective pods for them in the hope that, at the most dangerous moment, they might help them escape disaster.
They drew closer and closer to the eye-like region, and everyone's heart rose into their throats.
Sweat kept beading in Xi Xiu's palms. Fortunately, their Protective Suits had a sweat-absorbing function. Otherwise, their clothes would probably have been wringing wet by now.
Qing Zhixun's data was ready, and Anvile's data had also been synchronized.
They convened an emergency meeting, and everyone offered their opinions from different angles.
Xi Xiu, Qing Zhixun, and Li Zhengfeng all suggested using maximum firepower from the very first strike.
The new weapons the Alliance had designed based on past experience were extraordinarily powerful. The amount carried by each Starship was more than enough to destroy ten Gaia systems.
According to calculations, the destructive energy required for the storm's center was roughly equivalent to that needed to destroy three Gaia systems.
When the time came, they and the Anvile Starships would coordinate. The two Starships would fire from their respective angles, and to ensure the weapons' accuracy, every warrior would channel Mental Power and attach it to the weapons.
That was why the warriors had to enter this place. Otherwise, they could simply have