On Earth.
The battle had moved from North America to the Pacific Ocean. Along the way, the ground collapsed, the seas surged, and the sky trembled. Nothing was safe.
Through satellite footage, the people of Earth watched the battle.
"Kill him! Kill him!" The people of Earth cheered for the seven "heroes" surrounding the dark-skinned alien who had spoken earlier.
Yet this footage was being broadcast by the ship's intelligence on Tuoleiwu's orders.
"Watch closely." A cruel smile flickered across Tuoleiwu's lips.
Riiip!
Meng Si was torn in half by his hands and died.
A trace of anguish flashed through the other six slaves' eyes, but they continued attacking in silence.
He was one of their own, but being slaves for generations, with no control over their lives or deaths, was the fate of their Heimeng Race. Everything had been decided when outsiders first captured their planet.
Now, they were fighting to spare the people of another planet that same fate. But what about themselves?
Tuoleiwu noticed their waning fighting spirit.
"Hahaha, die!" Tuoleiwu shouted, killing another.
Seven of them together had been no match for him. Six were even less so.
Now only five remained. Naturally, their chances were worse still.
Inside the ship, Xu Xin contacted Luo Feng again through the Virtual Universe.
"Luo Feng, why aren't you here yet? Almost half the guards have died!"
In the brief time she spoke, Meng Liu died too.
Only Meng Yi, Meng Er, Meng Wu, and Meng Qi remained.
"Those still alive, don't fight to the death. Just buy time." An order came through.
A glimmer of light flashed in the four men's eyes.
Though they were slaves and had little hope in life, who would want to die if they could live?
The four immediately pulled back.
"Die-hmm?" Tuoleiwu