As dusk darkened, the last streak of sunset on the horizon sank slowly below the earth like a weary traveler, staining the sky a brilliant orange-red. Yet this tranquility and beauty could not soothe the storm that was about to arrive. Above the Machine Race base, hundreds of fighter jets circled densely like bats summoned by darkness. Their fuselages gleamed with a cold metallic sheen in the fading sunlight, each one carrying weapons capable of destroying an entire city.
These fighter jets came from Earth's major powers—North America, EU Base, Huaxia, and several alliances of smaller nations. They stood in separate camps, yet had gathered here for the same target: the Machine Race base, a mysterious place hiding technology capable of changing humanity's fate.
The fighters flew in formation overhead, sometimes spreading out like an enormous spiderweb as they slowly closed in on the Machine Race base; at other times, they gathered tightly into a torrent of steel, displaying military strength not to be underestimated. The roar of their engines intertwined like the low growls of ancient beasts, shaking the entire space. Even the buildings within the base seemed to tremble faintly.
Beneath the fighter jets, the Machine Race base appeared both lonely and helpless. It had originally been perfectly concealed and guarded by vast quantities of weaponry, but Liu Yun had deployed all of it to fight the Golden Horned Beast!
Who could have known that Liu Yun would end up like this? It truly made one sigh. Those who came after had no such tenderness toward this base. The struggle for survival had always been the cruelest and least merciful.
Yesterday's hero could be discarded today. With this base, everyone could become a second Liu Yun.
Ruby, Yang Xiaolong, Blacka, and Xueni stood in the base's control center,