The vast fleet advanced into the Divine Fire Xisi Corridor.
The soldiers, most of whom had never left the Mountain River Star Sector in their lives, witnessed the madness and carnage that had once engulfed this universe.
As far as the eye could see, countless wrecked technological warships and corpses littered the immense asteroid belts.
The sheer scale of these warships was evident, with some wreckage even belonging to Empire-Class carriers.
After hundreds or thousands of years, the broken bodies of those who had died had completely dried out.
The remaining bones were swiftly crushed by the surging asteroids, becoming bone dust scattered through space.
Many pieces of exceptionally powerful, excellent equipment showed no signs of breaking apart, even after enduring thousands of years of exposure to space.
Even the designs painted on their banners remained clearly visible.
Through the viewports, the players stared in shock at the wreckage left behind over all those centuries.
After entering the corridor, the Six-Winged Angel's powerful holy force field gradually smoothed out the distorted spatial forces.
It purified the asteroids and wreckage that carried something akin to a curse, then pushed them aside to open a narrow passage.
Behind the Six-Winged Angel, numerous engineering and cleanup ships swiftly moved in, gathering and transporting the surrounding debris.
Besides widening the entire route as much as possible, the company naturally understood that this debris contained vast amounts of ancient materials and technology.
Bringing it back for analysis was bound to yield at least some valuable discoveries.
On the third day of their advance, the vast fleet encountered enemies.
These enemies were a small contingent of Demons of Desire that had retreated here earlier.
What surprised the players was that this force of roughly ten thousand Demons of Desire was now in a truly miserable state.