As Usulan struggled with all his might to withstand the God-slaying weapons' attacks, Qin Mo led the gods straight toward the ships carrying those weapons under the fleet's cover.
Qin Mo flew rapidly through the void, heading toward a point one light-year ahead.
Every sight in the void on either side streamed backward at an astonishing speed as he drew ever closer to the Necron fleet ahead.
Qin Mo could not make out how many God-slaying weapons there were, nor how many ships carried them. Some unknown technology obscured his vision, but he could clearly sense where those immensely threatening weapons were located.
Usulan's Psychic Power even distorted the nearby void, and the stars seemed to point out a direction.
With his senses and the guidance of Psychic Power, Qin Mo was able to pinpoint the targets he needed to deal with.
Ahead lay the foremost battle line between the Necron ships and the human fleet. Dense red and green beams were as countless as the vessels on both sides.
A large number of Necron ships had gathered to block the unavoidable route, like a small portion splitting off from a swarm of black ants.
Tyran Navy vessels made brief faster-than-light jumps to the area and engaged that detached group of Necron ships in the most dangerous close-range exchange of fire.
In this tiny corner of a colossal Void War, this localized battle of interception and counter-interception was like infantry from opposing armies exchanging fire with short guns at close range. It did not look particularly intense, but every blink meant someone's death or grievous injury.
These fleets that had made short faster-than-light jumps to Qin Mo's side were combat formations from the Tyran Navy's Invincible Fleet. They were called Fearless, and what they were doing now lived up to