All passersby within the protective shield were smuggled out to watch the battle unfold, eager for excitement. Meanwhile Owenn and Ashes, in their chase, had long since moved far away from the area and were no longer trapped by the shield.
More security forces were on standby outside the shield, along with at least a thousand aircraft. The Protector hired by the conglomerate had already entered the shield and were positioned at the edge of the battleground, monitoring the situation but showing no intention of intervening for the time being.
Upon seeing this, DarkStar and the mercenaries' expressions changed slightly, as if they were being trapped in a fighting cage.
"The area has been sealed off? Looks like things got really bad."
Anur's heart tightened. With such a huge commotion, Noriosse couldn't stay any longer. Once Owenn was dead, they would have to leave. The DarkStar Fleet was already on standby in outer space, ready to provide support at any time. They would likely clash with Noriosse's space defense fleet... But there was nothing to be afraid of.
Anur remembered Ashes's humiliating defeat a few days ago and thought to himself, "Staying here to delay the enemy might be beneficial to the overall situation. Ashes has already failed once and may not be able to handle the combined attack of Nagokin and Black Star. He can't shoulder such a heavy responsibility. After the battle, I can retreat more easily than him. My speed is unmatched."
On the other side, the appearance of the protective shield startled Han Xiao, making him sense something was wrong.
The regional blockade, while seemingly restricting Anur's range of activities, is actually an extremely unfavorable factor, effectively freeing Anur from all restraints.
In the enclosed space, Anur can unleash his abilities without restraint, turning the air in that area into a vortex that shatters everything!
Moreover, the protective barrier separated passersby, and Han Xiao's original plan to use Anur's destructive power to drag some passersby in was no longer feasible.
Boom!
A moment of distraction, and the wind pressure cannon struck him hard in the chest, instantly denting his armor. Han Xiao was sent flying again, his face pale.
"The situation is really bad. I wonder how my cadres are doing."
Far from the center of the battlefield, Fording, pulling Sylvia along, was retreating into the distance. They had originally been hiding nearby, but as the battlefield expanded, they had to move to avoid being spotted by the enemy.
"Let me go, I need to go back and help!"
Sylvia's voice was anxious, her face flushed from the effort, as she tried to shake off Fording's hand.
Fording gripped Sylvia's wrist tightly, pulling her forward, and sighed, "Stop fooling around, you can't help. Any enemy could easily kill you. Didn't you see the battle in the sky? If you get caught in that hurricane, you're dead."
"I..." Sylvia was speechless, then said angrily, "But you could have helped!"
"I don't want to get involved in your mercenary group's mission; it's none of my business."
Fording shook his head.
Sylvia was furious and bit Fording's hand, trying to make him let go.
Fording felt a slight pain, glanced down at his bleeding hand, and sighed helplessly, "No matter what you say, I can't just stand by and watch you die."
Just then, footsteps sounded in front of them, and a member of DarkStar blocked their path.
"Ha, two lost fish who slipped through the net."
Linhaisa sneered. He had just killed a recruited Grade B mercenary nearby and sensed the commotion, so he stopped them here.
Fording and Sylvia's expressions immediately changed.
Sylvia hurriedly drew her alloy sword, her hands trembling slightly. She tried to control her hand, but the pressure from Linhaisa's Grade B aura instilled an instinctive fear in her, a Grade D superhuman, and her body was unable to calm down.
At that moment, Fording suddenly shoved Sylvia, pushing her behind him.
"You run! I'll stop him."
Fording spoke calmly.
call--
An invisible force rushed towards the two of them, interrupting Sylvia before she could finish speaking.
Fording opened his mouth, and a song flowed from it. A psychic barrier formed to protect the two of them, but it shattered the next moment, and the two were thrown away and crashed to the ground.
"Only Grade C?"
Linhaisa was somewhat disappointed; he had thought he had caught a big fish, but it turned out to be just two small shrimps.
Sylvia fell and hurt her bottom, but found that she was not seriously injured. This attack was just a test by Linhaisa. Although Fording's psychic shield was shattered, it blocked a lot of the power, and Fording took most of the damage.
As Fording stood up, he felt a warm sensation in his nose. He wiped it and found his hand covered in bright red blood. His brain felt as if it had been pricked with needles.
He suppressed his pain, trying his best to maintain a calm expression. He turned to look at Sylvia, forced a smile, and said, "I'm fine. Don't stay here, or I'll have to take care of you."
Upon hearing this, Sylvia gritted her teeth, grabbed the alloy sword, turned and fled decisively.
She knew she wasn't capable enough, and staying would only cause trouble.
Fording turned to face his enemy, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and silently activated his telekinesis.
"Aren't you going to run away?" Linhaisa asked with great interest.
"We're both telekinetic practitioners, a little sparring wouldn't hurt," Fording said with a forced smile.
Linhaisa's eyes widened in surprise. "You, a Grade C telekinetic master, want to spar with me?"
"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever fought using telekinesis. I don't like fighting. I would be very grateful if you could let me go."
Fording spoke seriously.
Linhaisa found it both laughable and absurd, too lazy to waste any more words, and directly released his powerful psychic energy, preparing to kill the guy blocking his way first, and then chase after and kill the little girl who was trying to escape.
It won't take much time anyway.
Bang bang bang--
The air between the two distorted, and a series of shockwaves exploded out of thin air as their invisible psychic powers clashed wildly.
Puff!
In just a few seconds, Fording was Heavy Strike. His head flew back, blood gushing from all seven orifices. He rolled over and fell to the ground, motionless.
"Overestimating oneself."
Linhaisa clicked his tongue and stepped over Fording.
Just as he was about to Pursuit Sylvia, Fording's weak voice rang out behind him.
"Cough cough... This battle is really tough. I'm definitely not used to such rough behavior..."
Fording staggered to his feet, his face covered in blood, which dripped down his elegantly curved jaw.
Linhaisa turned around, frowning, quite surprised. His psychic power had completely overwhelmed him, and in theory, he should have turned the other's brain into mush.
... Never mind, it'll be the same to just add another one.
Fording coughed up blood, a bitter smile on his face, and said softly, "I shouldn't have been so stubborn. I guess I'm just not cut out for this... Yes, yes, I'm useless, okay? Stop cursing me, my head hurts enough... Uh, I know it hurts too, be good, stop arguing, I promise you, just don't let my body die, it's yours now... Sigh, I'm so unwilling."
Who are you talking to?
Linhaisa was completely bewildered. He glanced back and saw that there was no one else beside him. Suddenly, it dawned on him—this man had been driven insane by his beating.
"You're unlucky to have run into me." Linhaisa released his telekinetic power again; killing enemies never required hesitation.
Boom!!
The next moment, Linhaisa felt a loud bang in his ears, like the echo of a bell being struck, and his brain felt as if it had been hit hard with a hammer. Fording didn't move at all, but Sinhasa was sent flying.
With a thud, Linhaisa fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, staring at Fording in horror with a look of astonishment.
What's going on?!
Fording seemed like a completely different person, his demeanor entirely altered. His movements were gentle as he slowly wiped the blood from his face, almost like a woman, yet his eyes became hysterical, filled with the exhilaration of finally escaping his predicament.
"I think meeting you is actually my good fortune, because I was just looking for someone to vent my frustrations on!"
Fording... no, Morning Star was surrounded by a surge of psychic power dozens of times stronger than before, causing sand and stones to fly and creating an astonishing spectacle.
Upon seeing this, Linhaisa's expression suddenly changed drastically.
"You like fighting, huh? Well, I'll play with you!"
Morning Star gritted his teeth.