In the not-too-distant depths of space.
Aboard that pitch-black warship, the entire deck was covered with countless enormous, terrifying Ancient Ballistas.
Each one resembled a foot-operated crossbow magnified hundreds of times.
Those Ancient Ballistas, gleaming with silver light, were completely illuminated by brilliant orange radiance at that moment.
Countless gigantic spears of light, each over thirty meters long, stood at the very center of those massive ballistae.
In the cold, silent void of space, no one witnessed that magnificent spectacle!
The strings were wound and drawn tight.
Stretched to their limit, the white energy cords serving as bowstrings snapped apart soundlessly in the void.
Then, a rain of light spears shot toward the distance!
No one operated them, and no one watched. This array of mechanical ballistae seemed tireless as it repeated its cycle over and over.
Those light spears pierced the darkness, tore through the heavens, and carried an unstoppable will to penetrate and shatter everything before them!
They were the perfect manifestation of Mu Fan's blade-sharp will.
Their fierce edge was like Mu Fan's fingers lowering indifferently one after another.
Decisive and resolute.
Following his gaze, they swept away every enemy in sight.
They were—
The light of dawn!
At that same moment, on distant Mukana Planet, a piercing alarm sounded from the radar of the Planetary Surveillance Bureau.
A staff member hurriedly rose and looked at their director. "Chief, Number 77 Star Ring is showing a violent energy reaction."
But he had not expected their pot-bellied director to rub his gleaming bald head and merely curl his lip.
"I know. Don't worry about it. It's none of your concern."
After the staff member turned back around, the director maintained a stern expression while happily thinking to himself that this was a perfect chance to strengthen his ties