At the Star Lord's Palace, all the cultivators froze in place, their faces filled with disbelief and deep fear. This oppressive feeling, emanating from the depths of their souls, paralyzed them. The psychic swordsman couldn't even control the movement of their blades, and the sorcerers' spiritual energy fluctuations were completely suppressed. The entire coalition front fell into a dead silence.

The Star Lord stood in the center of the formation, his gaze fixed on Ming Xuanzi. His face was as pale as paper, his hands trembling slightly, and his lips moved, but he could barely utter a word. He finally whispered, "This is... the pressure of the Spiritual Transformation Stage. Ming Xuanzi, he succeeded."

On the other side of the Star Lord's Palace, Lu Tianze knelt on one knee, clutching a longsword, battered and shattered by the psychic energy. He wiped the blood from his mouth, his gaze complex as he gazed at the figure in the distance, radiating overwhelming power. His voice was so low that only he could hear it, "Our attacks... are meaningless to him. The power of a Spiritual Transformation Realm is beyond the reach of mortals."

Chaos reigned throughout the coalition's lines. The monks looked around in terror, their ears ringing with Ming Xuanzi's manic laughter. This laughter was like a sharp blade with a poisonous sting, piercing each man's heart and destroying their last bit of fighting spirit. A monk's flying sword fell to the ground, exhausted from spiritual energy, with a crisp metallic clang. He didn't even have the strength to pick it up.

The Star Lord sighed, his voice filled with deep despair. "Is it too late? The poison has taken control of the psychic network, and our mecha system has been paralyzed. Now Ming Xuanzi is the master of Yunxuan Star..."

In the silence, it seemed as if even time had stopped.

On the other side of the virtual battlefield, Team Zero's mechs hovered at the periphery of the psychic matrix. The flames of the explosion continued to burn around them, but a brief silence fell on the team's chat channel. Everyone knew they were racing against time, but Ming Xuanzi's breakthrough had added even greater uncertainty to the battle.

At this moment, Xiang Fan's voice rang out, breaking the silence. His tone was calm and resolute, carrying an inspiring force: "Even if Ming Xuanzi becomes a god, so what? This is his reality, and our home turf is here."