Class?

After a long while,

Two figures suddenly appeared on the barren surface, their faces identical.

Only the number of scars at their temples differed—one had five, the other ten.

They were Fifth Master Yuan and Tenth Master Yuan.

"United by common breath and joined branches?"

Tenth Master Yuan sneered disdainfully.

"Such lofty-sounding words, yet in the end, you're still going to fight until your heads are bloodied over the Flame Sun Elixir!"

"Enough nonsense. Let's watch the show first!"

Fifth Master Yuan neither agreed nor disagreed. With a wave of his hand, several precision instruments scattered around them.

Lights and shadows lit up, converging at the center to form a three-dimensional projection.

The void was filled with meteors of all shapes and sizes, as well as wreckage from various ships. They tangled chaotically together, occasionally colliding and throwing off sparks and flying fragments.

A black Starship threaded through them, sailing quietly onward.

Inside the bridge, Li Qingshan stood before the viewing window, gazing into the distant void when his brow suddenly lifted.

Beside him, Chu Hong's eyes widened. She leaned forward, staring intently out the window.

In the far distance, dazzling lasers suddenly lit up within the pitch-black void.

Large swathes of meteors were continuously sliced apart and shattered, while the metal wreckage mixed among them was directly vaporized.

In less than a moment, a small blank patch had appeared within the once-dense meteor belt. Dozens of warships stood neatly arrayed ahead, blocking the way.

The warships ranged from ten thousand meters to a hundred thousand meters in size, and their paint schemes were even more wildly varied.

"A bunch of fools trying to cover their ears while stealing a bell!" Chu Hong's face reddened as she shouted angrily. "Do they really think they can fool us just by