With every 24 hours that passed, Shadow Island's strength underwent a noticeable change.
Shadow Island, now fully industrialized, possessed astonishing productivity.
The Azure Sky Arrow Formation formed a vertical plane, streaking through space in an instant and ruthlessly piercing Solomon's escort fleet.
The gigantic arrow of light fired by the Dawn Warship struck the enemy flagship first.
It drilled straight in through the bow and out through the stern.
That heavy interstellar cruiser failed to provide even the slightest obstruction.
Then, hundreds and thousands of light arrows completely penetrated the fleet, riddling it full of holes.
A silent sea of fire bloomed brilliantly in the depths of space.
Mu Fan's eyes remained as cold as ever, showing not the slightest ripple in response to the magnificent scene.
Black watched the light screen in the virtual space with satisfaction, but clicked his tongue regretfully.
Solomon's fleet was simply far too small compared to the Federation's.
The Shadow Fleet would have only one greatest enemy in the future: those damned fleets on Capital Star!
In three years, Grandpa Black would blast them all into scraps, one by one.
Yet neither of them noticed that behind the transparent glass wall, Evil Wing was staring wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.
Its mouth hung open, exposing sharp fangs, with unchewed Iron Ore residue still lodged between its teeth.
Those Solomon fleets with their savage firepower...
They were just gone?
Was this some kind of joke for dragons?
From a bird's-eye view, Evil Wing's posture would have looked as idiotic as possible.
It was actually half-sitting in the warehouse, with both dragon wings suspended in the air. The dull, vacant look in its lantern-sized eyes utterly ruined its image.
Mu Fan glanced at the space where the forces had already been cleared, then turned around and immediately spotted