Abyss Star Prison.
It stood within the gravitational dead zone of the Seventh Dark Matter Belt.
Seven black towers were arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, each over a thousand miles tall, their surfaces covered in sealing inscriptions left by generations of the Empire's powerhouses.
Under normal circumstances, thirty thousand elite imperial troops were stationed here, equipped with twelve Immortal-grade suppression batteries, while two permanent fleets patrolled the perimeter.
When Lin Feng stepped out of the spatial rift, the first thing he saw was the wreckage of those two patrol fleets.
Hundreds of warships floated silently in the star domain, their hulls intact, without bullet marks or scorch marks.
Yet an eerie dark red light shone behind the portholes of every ship.
Lin Feng swept his gaze over them, his pupils contracting slightly.
The crew on the bridges still held the poses they had assumed in life, but scales covered their skin. Their eye sockets were sunken, their pupils gone, leaving only two clusters of dark red flame.
Living people had been turned into Asura Puppets.
The System Panel displayed the scan results.
[Current status of Abyss Star Prison: out of control.] [All garrison troops have been corrupted by Asura Bloodline factors. Their consciousness has been overwritten with the "Puppet Protocol." Executing preset directive-activate the High-Dimensional Coordinate Beacon.] [Countdown to beacon activation: 14 minutes, 32 seconds.] [Once activated, the beacon will transmit precise coordinates to the God Clan Affiliated Plane, allowing the Asura army to descend directly upon the Empire Core Star Domain.]
Fourteen minutes.
Lin Feng wasted no words and flew straight toward the Star Prison's main tower.
A translucent barrier of light surrounded the seven black towers-the Prison-Suppressing Formation, which the Empire had spent three hundred years constructing.
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