It was impossible to build a starry nation using only Earthlings.
These starry lords were the best subordinates.
They understood the starry sky and their own territories. When the time came to develop resources, they would still be needed.
Seven warships flew through the starry sky, their starlight barriers protecting the void.
The martial artists stood solemnly on the decks, not saying a word.
Several days later, the warships had arrived at the location of the Star Gate.
After passing through the Star Gate, five massive warships sailed in from afar.
"Sir, enemy warships detected ahead," a martial artist in battle armor reported.
Jiang Changkong waved his hand and waited for Xue Dingpeng's command.
"They're from the Blackstone Clan and Azure Scale Clan. Changkong, prepare for battle. Try not to damage the enemy warships too badly."
Xue Dingpeng's voice came through.
After relaying the order to the martial artists, they accepted it and returned to operate the ship.
Jiang Changkong was somewhat speechless. Why had the command of this warship been handed to him?
They could have simply had him oversee things. Why did they need him to command it?
Boom!
The warship suddenly shuddered, like a primordial beast roaring in fury. A pillar of Star Power, interwoven with Great Dao patterns, blasted toward the five warships.
Starlight barriers lit up around all five warships ahead, blocking the attack.
Boom!
Warship No. 8's attack fell, directly shattering one barrier. The warship split apart, and the beings aboard suffered grievous casualties.
A Star Saint martial artist had only just erupted with Star Power before he was reduced to a mist of blood.
A Star Saint-level warship was enough to suppress and kill a Star Saint martial artist!
Figures flew out from the damaged warship one after another.
Martial artists also emerged