Deep in the Technology Starfield, Ancestor Jianshan chased Yan Sheng and saw the Technology Fortress, carrying countless ships. It was the front line from which the Technology Starfield attacked the border of the Endless Territory, and the front line for the Sixth Continent's cultivators.
Ancestor Jianshan was overjoyed. He wanted to destroy the Technology Fortress with a single arrow.
But the next moment, an overwhelming sense of danger engulfed him. Ancestor Jianshan turned around in alarm. Figures of experts appeared in every direction. Two with combat power exceeding 500,000 had arrived, and several more with combat power over 400,000 stood farther away.
The entire stretch of space trembled.
Ancestor Jianshan's pupils contracted. Yan Sheng appeared in front of him, his previously pale and weakened face restored to normal. "Indigenous, did you really think you'd gravely injured me? With your strength, you couldn't even hurt me."
Ancestor Jianshan was horrified. He abruptly turned to look behind him.
"Don't bother looking. Your Master Yuan and that black firebird have both been held back. No one can save you." Yan Sheng raised his head proudly.
From another direction, Mo Jiangshan spoke calmly. "There were four Imprinters attacking the Fifth Continent. You shot one dead, two are here, and the last is holding back your black firebird. Don't pin your hopes on a lucky escape."
Ancestor Jianshan was shocked. "You were hiding another Imprinter?"
"If we didn't, how could we catch you off guard? You failed in an ancient war, yet you actually dream of counterattacking. What a joke," Yan Sheng said coldly.
Ancestor Jianshan looked behind him at the creature that was clearly a Modified Human and remarked, "An expert at Star Envoy Level from the Technology Starfield. That's a rare sight."
"Three experts at Imprinter level are surrounding you alone. You should