The dark red energy signatures of the Blood-Eclipse Organisms were densely packed. They roamed through every part of the ship, fighting and devouring one another.
Without a unified will controlling them, they had become more savage, but they also exposed more weaknesses.
Over the next few hours, Song Chen swept through the Purple Moon's enormous hull like a gray wind of death.
He fought his way from the propulsion section at the stern to the living quarters amidships, from the cargo holds on the lowest decks to the bridge above.
He did not count how many decks he had cleared or check how many Blood-Eclipse Organisms remained ahead.
All he knew was to swing his Falling Star Blade, draw it back, and swing it again.
Star-Splitting Slash, Starcore Thunder Prison, Eye of Truth-Seeing, Void Traverse-he combined all his combat techniques with extraordinary efficiency.
Every corridor he passed through became a passage of death carpeted with dark red remains.
The flesh and acid of the Blood-Eclipse Organisms smeared the walls, baked into blackened crusts by the high-temperature plasma of Starcore Thunder Prison.
The entire ship shook as the shock waves from his combat techniques reverberated repeatedly through its hull.
He had long since been drenched from head to toe in the Blood-Eclipse Organisms' bodily fluids. The original color of his dark gray armor was no longer visible.
This was what made Star Crown level combat techniques so terrifying. They not only delivered tremendous bursts of power but also kept psychic energy consumption extremely low during sustained, high-intensity combat.
The fourth stage of Star-Splitting Slash offered far greater endurance than the first three, allowing Song Chen to keep slaughtering like a perpetual motion machine.
The Blood-Eclipse Organisms aboard the Purple Moon had noticeably thinned out. He stepped over a mountain of Blood-Eclipse