Within the star system ahead, an incomparably intense aura of slaughter spread through the air.
Looking out, row after row of Profound Origin Scorpion Clan soldiers stood there waiting.
Meanwhile, one powerful expert after another stood with their hands behind their backs, watching from where they were, as though waiting for someone.
The only difference was that every one of them wore a face full of confidence.
"They seem very confident."
Dugu Feng said blandly, arms folded. If they had truly chosen to smash their cauldrons and sink their boats, these cultivators would never look so confident.
Yet judging by their expressions now, they clearly had something to rely on.
The simplest possibility was that Ye Lin had been right. They had invited the enemy into the jar—the Golden Immortal... was still alive.
And not merely alive.
Perhaps he had gone a step further and become even stronger.
"Since we've already come this far, there's no need for nonsense. Charge in and kill."
Ye Lin slapped the railing at the edge of the warship and shouted. They had come all this way; there was naturally no need for further talk. They would charge in and kill.
"What if there's a trap...?"
Dugu Feng's gaze held some concern. Those people were waiting here with such confidence; they were clearly expecting them.
There might well be a trap among their preparations.
Being too rash would not be good either.
"A trap would either be a formation, or they have another army."
"The first is easy enough to deal with. We have a second-grade formation master on our side. In the end, their formation would be nothing more than a waste of effort."
"As for the second, so what if they have an army? Do you know how many powerful experts we have