Anticipating the Enemy's Anticipation

"Have they gone mad?"

"They're really insane—just charging straight at them?"

Amid a chorus of cries of "insane,"

the twelve bright Light Snakes blazing from the rear of the Wandering Earth suddenly lengthened.

The enormous Giant Ball accelerated once more and flew straight toward the Light Sail Fleet.

All the Mystic Masters fell silent, staring fixedly at the image.

The hall grew quiet.

Only the image continued to change.

Thirty seconds later.

The distance between the Wandering Earth and the Light Sail Fleet had narrowed to less than sixty kilometers.

A Mystic Master murmured, "The Light Sail Fleet is about to attack."

No sooner had he spoken than

the image changed.

One side of every Light Sail Warship visibly lit up.

The next instant,

vast clusters of light, trailing brilliant tails, swept toward the Wandering Earth like a torrential downpour.

The Light Dome Cannons had fired.

This fleet had over six thousand Light Sail Warships, with medium and Large Warships accounting for more than a third of them. It carried at least two hundred thousand Light Dome Cannons.

With each volley, only the Light Dome Cannons on one side could fire.

That meant one hundred thousand Light Shuttle missiles.

Just one second later,

the Light Sail Fleet suddenly executed a rapid drift.

Thanks to their control over gravity, the spindle-shaped hulls displayed unbelievable agility, instantly completing a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn and aiming their other sides at the Giant Ball.

Then,

the hulls lit up again.

The second wave of Light Shuttle missiles flew toward the Giant Ball, blotting out the sky.

Looking around,

it was as if two dazzling clouds of light had appeared in this dark region of space, hurtling toward the Wandering Earth at unimaginable speed.

Gu Xuandu watched the scene and involuntarily cried out, "Heavens!"

Zhang Xuandu's breath