Suddenly, a star in the night sky grew exceptionally bright.
A straight beam of light, filled with an aura of destruction, pierced the clouds and fell toward a street in the living area, landing on an iron blade.
A muffled hum rang out. Waves of air burst outward, stirring a little dust.
Cao Yuan's trouser legs burst apart into shreds, and his shoes sank deep into the ground.
Light pressure did not possess such force.
This was the weight of the Iron Blade.
The light struck the surface of the Iron Blade like a stream of water striking a rock. Countless rays splashed in every direction, instantly illuminating the entire block.
The bloody mist had already faded. The light clearly revealed the faces of those who had died in all manner of poses, those familiar and unfamiliar faces...
Cao Yuan drew back the Iron Blade and looked at the middle-aged man. None of his usual gentleness remained on his face.
The fleet that had come to Forward Base Three on its mission tonight possessed the Galaxy Alliance's most advanced, most cutting-edge warships. The main laser cannons mounted on these warships were immensely powerful, yet Cao Yuan had blocked one with a seemingly ordinary iron blade.
Yet the middle-aged man showed no fear at all. He looked at him and smiled. "Don't blame me. You were the first to think of killing me."
Cao Yuan looked at him without speaking.
A possibility occurred to the middle-aged man. Pointing at the dead in the street, he asked, "Were there people you knew among them?"
"They were companions," Cao Yuan said.
"Whether you're an Ascension One or a Cocoon Breaker, you count as an immortal, yet you actually... mined alongside these ants and called them your companions?"
The middle-aged man laughed. "You need