"Boom, boom, boom!" Explosions erupted in an unending thunderous barrage!
"Charge! Defeat these invaders!" Hot-blooded roars rang out.
"Oh! Ohhh!" The answering cries rose in unison as the cultivators crowding the sky surged forward wildly! Thousands upon thousands of horned alien cultivators with blue-purple skin unleashed countless magic treasures at an immense fleet of gigantic gray warships!
"Attack!" A heaven-shaking shout rose from the gray warships.
"Zzzzt!" Countless arcs of gray lightning flickered across the enormous gray warships!
Then!
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!" Thousands of warships fired together with earth-shaking thunder, sending countless white beams soaring into the sky toward the blue-purple-skinned alien cultivators!
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!" Countless explosions erupted. The air burst apart under the relentless shock waves, and gusts of astral wind swept in every direction.
"Ah! Urgh! Ah!" Countless cultivators screamed as the white beams struck them, blue-purple blood spraying wildly...
Everywhere one looked, the same battle stretched beyond the horizon. The sheer scale of the battlefield was utterly terrifying.
"...!" At a window aboard one of the gigantic flying boats, Li Xiaoya watched this war that was not his own, a trace of sorrow in his eyes. His thoughts drifted to the great battle in which he had led the human cultivators against the Demon Star Realm army, then to Liu Xian'er and the others back in the Human Realm. Watching the fighting, he suddenly felt lost, and guilt welled up inside him. Although he had never personally killed a single alien cultivator, he could not coldly dismiss this as none of his concern and keep a clear conscience. The sight of these alien cultivators resisting with such boiling fervor was so much like the army of human cultivators he had once led...
He did not know how much time had