The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect looked at the devastated battlefield around them, their ears ringing with the devastating sounds of explosions and the cries of their companions. Fear gradually enveloped them. They cast their gazes at Lu Tianze, who was still standing with gritted teeth, their eyes filled with confusion and despair.
In the Star Lord's Mansion's command post, the tense atmosphere weighed like a heavy stone on everyone's chest, making it hard to breathe. The psychic projection array emitted a faint blue light, illuminating the entire combat hall with a chilling coldness. On the main screen, the battlefield situation was clearly visible: the Hundred Star Sect's mecha troops advanced steadily, psychic fire pouring down like a rain of light, while the Star Lord's Mansion's cultivators appeared to be falling apart due to the paralysis of the psychic network.
Elder Tian Hengzi stood at the command desk, sweat dripping from his forehead, his face gloomy. He watched the red mark on the screen approaching, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with unconcealed anger and anxiety. He suddenly slammed the console and roared, "The Baixing Sect's mechas have a complete advantage! If we can't regain control of the psychic network, our mecha forces will remain useless! Our only hope is to recapture the psychic network and allow the mechas to return to battle!"
His voice echoed in the command room like a thunderclap, making everyone's faces look even uglier. Everyone knew that Tian Hengzi's words were true, but the current situation of the war had left them with no solution.
The Star Lord standing behind Tian Hengzi was clad in majestic golden armor. Psionic light shone through the runes on the armor, emanating a faint, overwhelming aura that made one afraid to look directly at him. However, his expression was twisted with anger, his brows brimming with rage. He stared coldly at Tian Hengzi, his voice low and dangerous: "So what are you waiting for? Why don't you do it!"
Tian Hengzi lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and his voice was filled with helplessness: "We have sent a group of worshippers to try to attack the Baixing Sect's psychic network, but their defense system is far stronger than we imagined. Every invasion path has been cut off, and all attempts have failed. The core of the Baixing Sect's psychic network is simply impossible to break through."
Upon hearing this, the Star Lord's brow furrowed even deeper. He clenched his fingers in the air, psychic energy surging through him, and the atmosphere instantly became oppressive. But even he couldn't change the tide of the battlefield. His gaze fell on the screen, watching his army cornered by the poison-infested mechas. His fists clenched until they crackled, yet he felt powerless.
Meanwhile, on the virtual battlefield, the Hundred Star Sect's virtual mechas completely overwhelmed the Star Lord's Palace's offerings. That virtual space resembled a boundless psychic storm. Enhanced by the poison, the Hundred Star Sect's virtual mechas surpassed the Star Lord's Palace in speed, firepower, and defense.
In the center of the battlefield, Ye Tiandi, the core of the Hundred Star Sect's virtual mecha, clad himself in the Heavenly Emperor Battle Armor. Spiritual energy flowed like raging fire across its surface. His control was as smooth as flowing water, the entire mecha an extension of his body, and every movement was imbued with fierce killing intent. Each of his attacks precisely destroyed the virtual mechas of the Star Lord Mansion's worshipers.
A virtual Jindan mecha controlled by a priest was about to launch an attack, but was disintegrated in half a second by Ye Tiandi's Tiandi Battle Armor's psychic slash. A red light flashed on the screen, and the rune representing failure mercilessly ejected from the virtual space. Cold sweat instantly soaked the priest's back, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
"He...how can he be so strong..." A priest's face paled, his voice trembling. He attempted to reenter the battlefield, only to find that the Hundred Star Sect's AI mechas had completely blocked all paths. Any attempted attack would be accurately detected by the virtual army led by Emperor Ye Tian, who would then counterattack with powerful firepower.
Ye Tiandi's Heavenly Emperor armor hovered in the center of the virtual battlefield, his spiritual energy surging like a raging sea. His gaze was cold, but a hint of an icy smile played at the corner of his mouth. He whispered, "The Star Lord's Palace's worshipers? You guys, you dare to dream of breaking through the Hundred Star Sect's spiritual energy network? You're just a bunch of trash."
In the virtual battlefield, the members of the Star Lord Mansion's Worship Group repeatedly attempted to fight back, but repeated failure completely destroyed their confidence. Although their virtual projections still hovered in the battlefield, each of their eyes was filled with despair and powerlessness.
Tian Hengzi stood in the command room, his eyes fixed on the battle on the screen, his entire body visibly exhausted. He took a deep breath, his tone filled with bitterness and resentment, "The invasion of poisonous insects and the Baixing Sect's psychic network defenses have pushed us into a desperate situation. Every escape route has been sealed. Without another miracle, Yunxuan Star... I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive."
His voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart. The command room was deadly silent, and everyone's face was filled with frustration and pain.
Upon hearing this, the Star Lord's gaze grew increasingly complex. His chest heaved violently, anger and helplessness mingling into a powerful wave that made it impossible for him to remain calm. He watched the troops being continuously defeated on the screen, the spiritual weapon in his hand making a creaking sound before he slammed it to the ground with a resounding shattering sound.
"Yunxuanxing... is this really the end?" His voice was low and hoarse, filled with anger and sorrow. He was the master of a star, yet he could only stand in the command room, watching his world being corroded by the poison and ravaged by the enemy, powerless to do anything.
The battle situation on the screen continued to deteriorate. Psychic flames illuminated every face, and every explosion on the battlefield sounded like a death knell. An atmosphere of despair enveloped the command post of the Star Lord's Mansion, as if even the air had turned icy cold.
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