Global Crossing: Empire of Stars

Their greatest trump card, the Star Fortress, was trapped in the Sea of Chaos. The summoned Evil God tide couldn't break through the Expeditionary Fleet's artillery barrage for the moment, so the Corrupted Galaxy's will started "throwing" planets at them, one after another.

Time gradually passed. The Expeditionary Fleet's retreat proceeded in good order, while the War Star Cluster's defensive line contracted again and again, forming a solid defensive perimeter around the wormhole.

The entire Expeditionary Fleet had already withdrawn. Only the War Star Cluster remained to hold the line, and this interstellar expedition was drawing to a close.

At the sound of a joyous dragon's roar, Lin Zhichen looked over. With the War Star Cluster's support, the Aether Dragon had breathed a stream of dragonfire, burning the last remnant of the Star-devouring body to ashes. A huge blue orb of light burst out where it had been.

"Nicely done!" he praised, collecting the spoils before looking toward the edge of the purified starfield. Several Evil God Kings, their hideous bodies streaking like arrows, were charging toward the Expeditionary Fleet.

Psionics formed an invisible hand that pressed against a Xuanwu War Star. The celestial body, which had been slowly accelerating, received a boost and sped toward the wormhole.

They had reached the final, most dangerous stage. With the fleet's coordinated defenses gone, the Evil God tide had drawn within a hundred light-years of the War Star Cluster. The position was extremely perilous: every so often, an Evil God would pass through the dimensions of space-time and launch an attack at close range on a Battle Star,

only to be stopped by the Planet Class Psionic Shield.

At times like these, an invisible force would pin the agile, unpredictable Evil Gods in place for a moment. The next second, a Psionic