The Peeping Toms in the corner of the central hall immediately pressed both hands against the crystal ball, their grotesque eyeballs bulging high.
Fine arcs of electricity began flickering inside the crystal ball.
Inside a crater fifty kilometers from the ice layer, densely packed small openings began to appear, transmitting signals soundlessly at frequencies unique to Saint Luo Race technology.
Once the signal had been sent, all that remained was... to leave it to fate.
These Saint Luo People, once so lofty and untouchable, were now all unusually silent.
They were walking on a knife's edge; one misstep would leave them without even a whole corpse.
"Our Star Fortress has already been destroyed... Is that mecha still coming to the planet?"
"Wait, the enemy really is headed for this planet!"
"Shut down all equipment. Maintain radio silence."
"We... can't die!"
When the cries of alarm rang out, the blond young man, like everyone's pillar, immediately shouted for them to stop.
From the outside inward, all the lights went out one after another.
The base three thousand meters underground came to a complete halt at that moment. All the Saint Luo High Purity People stood motionless like trees, even holding their breath.
In an instant, the hall fell deathly silent.
The enormous Winter Tree Star was half teeming with life and half steeped in deathly stillness.
Had someone come here in the past, this planet might have been a perfect tourist Holy Land.
"Evil Wing."
Shura turned his head. Though they were far apart, Shura's figure was crystal clear within Evil Wing's pupils, which could zoom over extreme distances.
Mu Fan was calling him.
Evil Wing suddenly jerked up his neck, and his nearly dislocated jaw snapped back into place.
The instant Shura had looked at him, he had