Hemmed in from within and without, they had been driven into a desperate situation.
Within the spherical core space, the auras of the three Node Sovereigns were linked. Dark gold light flowed ceaselessly around them, and like three cold metallic mountains, they firmly sealed off Ming Xin and Ying Sha's path of advance and retreat.
They no longer rushed to launch a direct assault. Instead, through precise positioning and energy coordination, they formed an invisible cage that continuously compressed the range in which Ming Xin's cosmic phantoms could move.
They also released persistent law interference, attempting to slow his reactions and spellcasting.
Clearly, they were waiting—waiting for the nearly hundred Shadows of the End outside to completely engulf this beacon and establish an overwhelming numerical advantage.
Outside the spherical space, through the massive hole Ming Xin had blasted open, the flickering shadows could already be seen clearly. Like deep-sea monster fish that had caught the scent of blood, they were rapidly closing in.
They moved in utter silence. Wherever they passed, even space itself seemed to be smeared with a decaying gray, carrying that pure aura of "termination."
Even through the beacon's force field and thick armor, it sent a chill rising from the depths of one's soul.
Ying Sha's shadow senses were frantically issuing warnings. The threat posed by those shadows was far beyond anything the mechanical Combat Units from before could compare to.
Time was becoming more precious with every passing breath.
Within Ming Xin's body, the resonance originating from the Observer Civilization's Key of the Gate information frequency still pulsed intermittently, yet it was growing clearer and clearer.
It was like an invisible key, attempting to unlock the beacon core before him, which was controlled by the "Nether Shadow" civilization and was simulating a similar frequency.
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