A One-Sided Battle

The members of the Blood Spring Society had already noticed the spaceship when it arrived.

The siege they had been conducting seemed to pause for a brief moment.

However, in that short span of time, the adventurers had lost three more members. Only a bald, muscular man at the fifth level of the Stellar Rank and another at the third level remained, struggling to hold on; the rest were dead, including the uncle of Eloy.

"Dead! They're all dead!" Witnessing the companions he had lived and fought alongside perish one after another before his eyes, the bald man's eyes turned bloodshot.

"Speak! Where is the item you intercepted at the Amgu Wasteland Planet? Hand it over and you might still live!" The dwarf's golden axe swung down crazily, like lightning tearing through the sky. Every strike possessed such immense power that it could easily split seas and shatter mountains.

Boom. The bald man's black heavy sword blocked the blow, and the resulting shockwave from the collision sent him flying, blood spraying from his mouth.

The gap in strength was simply too vast.

Starting from the first level of the Stellar Rank, in terms of base strength alone, each level was twice as strong as the one before it! That was not even accounting for weapons, battle suits, secret techniques, force output, and other comprehensive factors.

The fact that the two adventurers had lasted this long was only because their opponents had deliberately held back.

"Hahaha..." The bald man finally understood what was happening. His heart was filled with regret, hatred, and a burning desire for vengeance against his enemies. He naturally did not believe the dwarf's words; given the cruelty of the Blood Spring Society, he knew they had no chance of survival.

He and the other Stellar Rank fighter were using ordinary origin energy weapons, while their opponents not only had eight Stellar Rank fighters, but each one was formidable. Some were even using first-tier origin energy weapons, creating a crushing situation. This was a brutal massacre!

"Since you are so stubborn, then go to hell! Everyone, stop holding back, kill them!" The dwarf no longer restrained himself. He had originally wanted to coerce the location of the item out of them, but now he was anxious.

Because not far away, a massive, dense crowd of troops was charging toward them in a mighty wave.

"A Stellar Rank nine martial artist, a Stellar Rank nine Psychic Master, and another Stellar Rank eight Psychic Master..." The purple-skinned, hot-bodied woman in the Blood Spring Society exclaimed after seeing the results from her auxiliary light brain. "Captain, this is bad! The targets are tough!"

The dwarf's heart skipped a beat. A Stellar Rank nine martial artist was already troublesome enough, but now a Stellar Rank nine Psychic Master and a Stellar Rank eight Psychic Master had appeared? One had to know that Psychic Masters could control multiple telekinetic weapons to attack simultaneously, making their combat style incredibly versatile and generally harder to deal with than martial artists of the same rank.

This was evident from the price of slaves: a Psychic Master was priced at three times that of a martial artist of the same rank!

Yet, the strongest person on their side was merely a Stellar Rank eight martial artist. Compared to the high-end combat power of the opposition, he could not defeat a single one of them! As for his subordinates, it went without saying.

"No, we can't win."

"Damn it, where did so many powerhouses come from on a tiny Moon River Planet..." Cold sweat broke out on the dwarf's forehead.

They didn't have absolute confidence in dealing with one Stellar Rank nine martial artist, let alone the fact that the opposition now had so many more people.

"Who are you people? We are members of the Blood Spring Society! We are currently on a mission! We can discuss this!" the dwarf shouted, each word transmitted via force.

The principle of force (Gene Origin Energy) transmission was very simple.

It involved using force to achieve the effect of a telephone line, allowing sound to travel rapidly to the desired location. This was a common little trick used by martial artists in the universe. For Psychic Masters and martial artists who possessed telekinetic power and force, they naturally had techniques different from ordinary humans, and force transmission was one of them.

The dwarf thought they could communicate, and he still had some confidence in the reputation of his organization... but the other side acted as if they hadn't heard a word, charging in with murderous intent!

"I'll be damned..." The dwarf could no longer maintain his composure. He cursed and, without hesitation, gave the order!

"Retreat! Scatter and retreat!" After giving the command, he was the first to turn and transform into a stream of light, fleeing desperately toward the distance.

The members of the Blood Spring Society were stunned. The purple-skinned woman and the three-eyed man had wanted to ask what to do about the mission—after all, running away like this meant the mission would fail, and they would surely be held accountable by the organization—but seeing their strongest captain leading the charge away, and noticing the enemy was almost upon them, they panicked. Without further hesitation, they scattered to flee, and the rest followed suit.

Boom. With the Stellar Rank fighters running, the remaining large number of Planetary Rank Blood Spring Society members were no fools. Like a hive of bees being poked, everyone scrambled, fleeing in all directions in total chaos.

For a moment, except for the direction of Lyumila and her group, the sky was filled with fleeing figures.

"Want to run?" Lyumila, Khair, and the others hadn't expected the enemy to choose flight over a fight, but they naturally didn't hold back and began their pursuit.

As for the last two adventurers, seeing the situation, they both wore expressions of survivors who had narrowly escaped death.

Now that neither side was paying attention to them, they seemed safe.

The two exchanged a glance and silently slipped away.

"Captain, we just ran like this, what about the mission?" During the escape, the purple-haired woman asked with concern. "What if the higher-ups blame us..."

"If we don't run, do you expect us to wait for death?" The dwarf's retort left her speechless.

"Hmph." The dwarf knew very well that if they faced those three powerhouses head-on, his side's eight Stellar Rank fighters would be no match and would simply be wiped out one by one. Since that was the case, it was better to flee; even if he were punished by the organization, it was better than losing his life. His loyalty to the organization was not more important than his own survival.

The dwarf did not know that he had made the wisest choice. The strength of Lyumila and her group was not as simple as he imagined; even among Stellar Rank nine fighters, there were gaps in power! Back then, Su Ke had spared no expense at the Treasure Studio on Purple Phoenix Planet to equip his subordinates with second-tier origin energy weapons, telekinetic weapons, and even force battle suits! This had caused the strength of Lyumila and the others to skyrocket! Taking on several opponents of the same rank was easy for them!

If the two sides had truly clashed, it would undoubtedly have been a one-sided slaughter...

The scene was in total chaos.

"I'll go hunt down that Stellar Rank eight martial artist, you go after that Stellar Rank seven Psychic Master!" Lyumila transmitted quickly.

Since they were hunting, they naturally had to pick the important targets.

"Then I'll go after the others," another Stellar Rank eight Psychic Master in the team said easily.

Their flight speed was terrifyingly fast, far exceeding that of the Planetary Rank nine members. They charged in before the Blood Spring Society members could get far, and as they closed in, they showed no mercy, directly dealing lethal blows and harvesting the lives of a large group of unfortunate Planetary Rank Blood Spring Society members.

Severed limbs and gore flew through the air, and for a time, a beautiful yet cruel rain of blood fell from the sky.

"They fled?" Su Ke and the others in the spaceship's control room could monitor the scene directly. When Su Ke saw this, he was also a bit surprised.

"However, they said they were members of the Blood Spring Society..." Su Ke had never heard of this organization, but he felt a faint intuition that this group was not simple.

Zuo De, the father of Zuo Mu, seemed to have heard of them, and his expression changed. "The Blood Spring Society?"