Deep in space, dozens of Hunter Steles, trailing pale white flames, raced toward the Star Pirates' fighter group, tearing at them with ferocious speed.
A Bloodthirsty Bee fighter at the front reacted and abruptly pulled up, trying to evade.
But the next second, one of the Hunter Steles, without slowing at all, abruptly veered at a bizarre angle and hit the fighter dead on.
A blinding light suddenly swelled, and a silent fireball bloomed in the pitch-black vacuum.
And that was only the beginning.
The most despair-inducing thing about the Hunter Steles was their locking mechanism. Once one had you in its sights, unless you could run faster than it and fly farther than it, nowhere was safe.
Clearly, the Bloodthirsty Bee fighters in the Star Pirates' hands, none of which even qualified as an A-class ship, had no chance of doing that.
Some fighters tried to intercept the Hunter Steles, but their constantly shifting flight paths were impossible for those fighters to lock onto.
And as for tracking them with the naked eye?
Yeah, right.
As one Hunter Stele after another struck home, brilliant fireballs burst into space in succession, like fireworks.
In the blink of an eye.
The dozens of Star Pirate fighters that had just been snarling and posturing were wiped out completely.
With all their fighters destroyed, silence fell aboard the Star Pirates' assault ship.
The Star Pirate captain's excited expression quickly turned cold.
He stared fixedly at the red dots rapidly disappearing from the screen like snowflakes, his gaze growing solemn.
His fighter squadron, the pride of his fleet, hadn't even survived one salvo from the enemy?
"Retreat!"
Without the slightest hesitation, the Star Pirate captain gave the order decisively.
"Accelerate and enter the Dark Universe immediately! Recharge the main cannon! Cover the mothership's