Xu Yan's Starry Sky Fortress had been breached.
A third of it had been severed by a single sword strike and had fallen to the earth.
The fortress, built for war, had clearly anticipated this. Its compartments had been sealed off, preventing the lingering Sword Qi and sword intent at the severed edge—destructive, scorching, and capable of suppressing spells—from spreading through the conduits to its core and detonating the entire Starry Sky Fortress.
Before the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Aura had even arrived, the Starry Sky Fortress had begun cutting itself apart. The remaining two-thirds could still perform some functions; it had not been completely destroyed.
Its power had fallen sharply, but it could still fight. Had Xu Yan had comrades at his side, they might even have driven the enemy back. Defeat would not have been certain.
Despair appeared on Xu Yan's face.
"The wars our predecessors fought must have been brutal," Jiang Ding said with a sigh as he approached, step by step.
As the battle formation's domain contracted, the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain expanded wildly. It pressed against the Xu Clan and Wang Clan's million-warship formation until it creaked and teetered on the brink of collapse.
The Starry Sky Fortress itself had grown dim, and the reach of its formation patterns was shrinking.
Many Xu Clan and Wang Clan warships and fighters were caught off guard and slipped out of the formation. The moment they entered the Great Sun Annihilation Sword Domain, where temperatures reached tens of thousands of degrees Celsius, the terrible heat and grinding sword intent reduced them to ash. They fell to earth alongside their warships and Aerospace Fighters, which had melted into streams of iron.
Hundreds of thousands of warships clustered around the shattered Starry Sky Fortress. They had numbers on their