That 3,000-meter-long heavily armed battleship looked utterly ferocious on its own.
But compared to the vast black storm sweeping across millions of kilometers, it was no more than an ant that had just fled for its life from before a dam.
"My Wind Chaser Warship took me a full seven years to save up for after following the Expeditionary Force and plundering eleven planets, yet the hull damage has already reached 45%!"
Inside the flat, diamond-shaped bridge, a lean, 195-centimeter Saint Luo man wearing a black sensory Helmet gripped the control panel tightly with both hands, his eyes full of heartache.
Beside him stood another man, ten centimeters shorter but far more powerfully built. He also held a handrail with one hand to steady himself as he shouted hoarsely, "Can we escape first before talking about that? The Black Storm is still pulling at the warship!"
The two stood side by side on the bridge's command platform. Behind them lay a spacious operations deck, where over thirty Saint Luo People in identical black uniforms simultaneously controlled the warship through Crystal Balls.
There was none of the arrogance displayed by the Saint Luo warriors who had appeared in the Luo Qin Universe on their faces. Instead, they were all grim and tense.
At the very edge of the operations deck stood a Peeping Toms, visibly distinct from the others, with a hideous and ferocious appearance.
Fine apricot-yellow blood was already seeping from his bulging eyeballs. The veins in his neck protruded like earthworms, while electric arcs flashed rapidly within the large crystal ball in his hands.
"Ebota, hold on for one more minute!"
The burly 185-centimeter man on the platform stared at the crystal window ahead, where cracks were spreading ever faster, then suddenly turned and shouted.
Ebota nodded heavily. The