Chapter 1057: Trial of the Storm—Darkness.
Within the black storm, neither sun nor sky could be seen. Churning purple-black lightning, howls, and passing beast shadows all proclaimed this place a hell.
Under the onslaught of darkness, the blue energy barrier around Base No. 7 flickered like a dying candle in a gale, humming under a burden it could barely bear.
Energy cannons roared along the walls, blasting out blooms of fire and smoke.
Outside the surrounding walls, dozens of mechas fired particle cannons into the darkness, occasionally swinging massive swords to send attacking mutant beasts flying.
Warriors also unleashed sword auras into the darkness, shredding mutant beasts. A bloody rain and a gore-laden wind swept the battlefield.
The flashes of cannon fire revealed a scene of despair.
Within the storm, mutant beasts swarmed over earth and sky, battering the barrier. Overhead, flocks of Rift Wind Falcons—gigantic birds shaped like blades—struck the shield continuously like black raindrops. Every impact burst into a flare of corrosive purple-black lightning.
On the ground, mutant beasts several dozen feet long, bearing enormous horns, rammed the base's alloy outer walls in a frenzy. The shriek of twisting metal never ceased. Farther away, fire and lightning shot out of the storm, crashing against the barrier.
"Hold steady! Keep energy output at seventy percent! Gun batteries, target the beast swarms and concentrate your 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 responsible for commanding Outpost No. 7. The people of the Tianli Sect still did not know how to operate technological weapons.
In the command hall, Du Xun watched the transmitted battlefield footage, filled with emotion.
Now he understood that Fang Mo's decision had been right. Technology had its advantages. With only