Lu Yuanhong touched Lu Yulan's long hair. "Respect his choice."

He could certainly fight back with all his might, just like when he was exiled to the star field, but last time Wumu had a death wish in his heart, and the grudge between him and Baishan could not be resolved by a simple chase.

Perhaps for the sake of their people, they have been living a life of exile in the star system for years. Now, it is probably time for reckoning.

"Is fighting a losing battle considered a choice?"

If it were her, she would retreat. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years. When the time comes, she would bring a bunch of mechs and smash the other party to death.

She would never do such a bloodthirsty thing; at least, it wouldn't cost her her life—it was simply not worth it.

Wu Mu didn't go far. He turned back to look at Lu Yulan, a smile appearing on his lips. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only mouthed the words without making a sound. Lu Yulan had some trouble understanding what he was saying.

Before even figuring out what the other party wanted to say, Ebony casually went to meet the challenge.

"Let's get ready too."

Lu Yuanhong looked at the skeleton, "It seems that this time you're coming with me."

The skeleton touched the tip of his nose. What goes around comes around. He'd been driven back to his hometown. What could he do but run? He still had unfinished business to do. He couldn't be like Ebony and fight White Mountain head-on.

"Yes, I hope General Lu won't mind."

"Don't mind, let's run!"

The deafening explosions continued. Lu Yulan gripped Lu Yuanhong's shoulder. The past few days had been truly thrilling; "a hail of bullets" was an understatement.

It was a truly dire situation.

Although it sounds cowardly to say this, sometimes it's necessary to be a little cowardly.

"Okay, let's go."

Lu Yuanhong picked up Lu Yulan directly. She was so small that she was too slow to run. As for Green, it had already obediently taken over Lu Yulan's head, turning into a piece of seaweed swaying in the wind.

...

Wu Mu looked at Bai Shan, both of them filled with hatred in their eyes.

"Why aren't you running this time?"

"Why run? It's not too late to kill you first."

Bai Shan sneered, "Overestimating yourself. You think you can do it?"

With a surge of power, Wu Mu gathered a large amount of energy in his hand, fighting Bai Shan with a death wish.

Even though Baishan came prepared, it was still struggling to withstand the pressure.

Watching the starships around him being destroyed by Ebony with his bare hands, one by one, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The arrogance that once filled Bai Shan's eyes has been replaced by vigilance, and even a barely perceptible fear lurks deep within.

This man once swiftly dispatched enemies on the battlefield with a single gesture…

However, he wasn't jealous. The reason he took so long to come over was because he also had a trump card.

Looking at Ebony not far away, whose hair was beginning to turn from black to white, Ebony, you're not going to make it either, are you?

This time, it will be your death day.

After dealing with some of the obstructions, Ebony and White Mountain faced off one-on-one, with Ebony alone, against White Mountain's enormous starship.

Bai Shan's fingers flew across the keyboard, firing a series of artillery commands.

The bright white light of the sun made him involuntarily squint.

When calm returned, there was nothing in front of them.

"Is he... dead?"

"Thanks to you, not yet."

Wumu appeared on Baishan's warship at some point, while the other soldiers had already fainted.

"you……!"

Fear was evident in his eyes, yet he consciously walked toward a certain place.

"What, are you scared when you see me?"

"Of course not. Look at you, your hair is all white, and you're about to die. What am I afraid of?"