Beneath the azure skies of Yunxuan Star, psychic radiance illuminated the earth, illuminating the Star Lord's army like a silver ocean. Monks from all the major sects gathered on the main battlefield. Rune formations shone in the sky, and psychic energy surged across the ground, creating a solemn and awe-inspiring atmosphere. Monks wielded a variety of magical instruments, spiritual light flowing between them, releasing fiery psychic energy waves. Mecha troops lined up in neat formations, their metal shells reflecting a cold light, like an unstoppable torrent of steel.
Lu Tianze stood in the center of the battle formation, the iconic Lingxiao Sect flag fluttering behind him. His gaze was deep and solemn as he gazed at the Baixing Sect's defensive position in the distance. It was shrouded in a thick psychic shield, and countless rune chains swirled around the defensive formation, like countless giant pythons guarding their lair.
In the distant void, a massive psychic warship hovered silently. At its center, a majestic figure stood within a psychic projection array. It was the Star Lord of Yunxuan Star. His voice, like thunder, echoed from the sky across the battlefield: "The Hundred Star Sect's evil deeds have incurred the Star Lord's wrath! They are using poison to erode the psychic network and seek to seize the very foundations of Yunxuan Star. Today, we will resolutely defeat them and restore order to the star region!"
As soon as the words fell, the entire battlefield instantly resounded with a tsunami-like roar of war. The cultivators of the major sects released a vast spiritual power wave that shook the very air. However, as soon as the battle began, the power displayed by the Baixing Sect caught everyone by surprise.
The Baixing Sect's poison system quickly unleashed its terrifying power. The Star Lord's Mansion's mecha troops were originally lined up neatly, ready to lead the charge. But as the first batch of mechas attempted to activate, a sudden change plunged the entire battlefield into chaos.
"The psychic network is not responding! The mecha cannot be started!" A monk's exclamation broke the silence, his voice full of fear and confusion.
One after another, the mechas stopped functioning, their psionic cores unresponsive. The once formidable psionic armor was now reduced to a useless heap of metal. The Star Lord's commanders' faces dropped. They tried to reconnect to the psionic network, but no matter how they tried, the mechas' systems remained paralyzed, as if their souls had been drained away.
"What's going on?!" Lu Tianze whipped his head around, his eyes fixed on the mecha corps in the center of the battlefield. His brow furrowed as he attempted to activate the sect's shield formation with his spiritual power, only to discover a severe disruption in the energy feedback. His spiritual power, once entering the formation, was like a stone sinking into the ocean. The shield's glow gradually dimmed, eventually collapsing completely.
"The erosion of the poison... Has it reached this point?" Lu Tianze murmured in a low voice, with fine beads of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.
Meanwhile, the Hundred Star Sect's mecha troops, enhanced by the poison, appeared unusually active. Their mechas moved swiftly, their psychic energy flowing smoothly. Their turrets and flying sword systems fired synchronously, their psychic fire instantly igniting the entire battlefield. Each beam carried precise destructive power, tearing through the lines of the Star Lord's Mansion cultivators. In contrast, the Star Lord's Mansion cultivators seemed like passive targets.
"How could this happen?" Lu Tianze watched the Hundred Stars Sect's army advancing like a tide, his clenched fists trembling slightly. He tried to mobilize his spiritual power again and mobilize the formation shield, but the erosion of the poison caused the spiritual energy network to completely lose control, and the formation could not be formed at all.
The chaos on the battlefield intensified. The Baixing Sect's Jindan-class mechas, with overwhelming firepower, easily pierced the monks' defensive formations. One Jindan-class mecha, wielding a psychic blade of light, abruptly severed a defensive spiritual formation in two, the blast of energy sending the surrounding monks fleeing. Other mechas deployed their psychic flying sword systems, their spiritual light transforming into a rain of countless swords that precisely pierced the monks' protective auras, instantly disintegrating their defenses.
Seeing this, Lu Tianze gritted his teeth and leaped into the air, unleashing the Lingxiao Sect's core techniques with all his might. His figure hovered in the void, and the spiritual sword energy around him coalesced into a massive sword shadow, radiant and resembling a divine retribution. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, and with a cold shout, the sword energy transformed into a dazzling stream of light, slashing towards the Baixing Sect's defensive positions.
"Boom!" The sword energy ripped through the air, even space slightly distorting wherever it passed. However, before the sword energy could reach the Baixing Sect's defenses, a blazing beam of light shot out from the enemy position, accompanied by a low roar. It was the psychic cannon fired by the Baixing Sect's main battle mecha. The beam was extremely fast, instantly piercing the void and accurately striking Lu Tianze's protective aura.
"Bang!" The protective aura shattered, and the explosion of spiritual energy sent a torrent of dust billowing into the air. Lu Tianze was sent flying dozens of feet away, a piercing pain piercing his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and stumbled back to the ground.
"Master!" The disciples of Lingxiao Sect rushed forward to support him, their faces full of fear and anxiety.
Lu Tianze's face was pale, his chest heaving violently. He supported himself on the ground with his hands, his eyes fixed on the Baixing Sect's defense line in the distance. He said in a hoarse voice, "The power of the poison... has it penetrated to this extent..."
At that moment, the Hundred Star Sect's mecha army was closing in. Their march was measured, psychic weapons swirling around them, and intense psychic energy waves made the air vibrate. Under the crushing firepower, the cultivators of the Star Lord's Mansion were forced back, their front nearly collapsing. Magical weapons were shattered by psychic cannons, flying swords were reduced to pinpricks of light, and their psychic shields were as fragile as paper.
On the chaotic battlefield, the Star Lord's army, initially high in morale, turned to exhaustion. Traditional cultivators' techniques seemed powerless and clumsy in the face of the mecha's psychic suppression. The Hundred Star Sect's poison system completely disrupted the entire battle. The once-proud cultivator formation now became a target for slaughter.
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