On the virtual battlefield, Team Zero was like a steel needle piercing the heart of the Hundred Star Sect's defense network. Their mechs darted through a sea of psychic fire, only a few hundred meters away from the core's radiance. The insect Gu had successfully penetrated the Mother Gu's outer defenses. On the virtual screen, the crimson rune representing the core flickered violently, signaling the collapse of the defense mechanism.
"Hold on a little longer!" Xiang Fan's voice came over the communication channel, his tone calm yet urgent. He controlled the Zero Mech with both hands, repeatedly slashing at the incoming enemy troops. His psychic sword drew fiery arcs of light, shredding the enemy AI mech's hull into data fragments. "Gu Master, the insect Gu has penetrated deep into the core. We're almost there!"
On the other side of the team, Ling Ruoxi and Ling Ruochen's swords continued to roam the battlefield. The light of their flying swords was like a comet in the dark night, constantly shattering the enemy's offensive. However, the enemy's numbers and firepower far exceeded their limits. Ling Ruoxi gritted her teeth and controlled the sword formation, her voice filled with undeniable anxiety: "Boss, hurry up! We can't hold on any longer!"
The Shadow Killer's massive blade mech swept forward like a massive steel wall, but his shield was already riddled with cracks, and every swing of his greatsword consumed a tremendous amount of psychic energy. "These guys are crazy! The artillery fire is almost melting me!" His roar came through the communication channel, but his voice was still filled with fighting spirit.
However, just as the team was pushing forward with all their might, Ye Tiandi's voice suddenly rang out over the virtual network broadcast. His tone was icy, tinged with sarcasm and disdain: "It's too late, Zero. You little bastards, haven't figured out the situation yet, have you?"
Ye Tiandi's voice was like a sharp thorn, piercing everyone's nerves. Xiang Fan's brows immediately furrowed, and his eyes swept around, quickly assessing the situation on the battlefield: "What do you mean?"
The Emperor's armor slowly emerged from the flames ahead. Its golden glow was like the blazing sun in the darkness, its overwhelming might enveloping the entire battlefield. Ye Tiandi coldly gazed at the Zero Mech, the twin psychic blades flashing a sinister light in the Mech's hands. He laughed heartily and said, "Master, he has broken through."
With that, the Emperor's armor transformed into a stream of light and charged towards the giant shield mecha of the Black Tortoise Guard, its double blades slashing down with devastating force. The Black Tortoise Guard raised his shield with all his might to block the blow, but the immense force knocked him back several steps. The shield's surface then cracked with large runic cracks, nearly collapsing.
Ye Tiandi's voice rang out again, full of pride and cruelty: "You think destroying a network node can change anything? Ridiculous! In the face of true power, you are nothing but insignificant ants. Why not go back and study for another hundred years!"
At the same time, deep within the real world's Baixing Sect, the massive mechanized cocoon suddenly trembled violently. Psionic light burst forth from the cracks, illuminating the entire Baixing Sect sky with a soaring column of light, creating a dreamlike vortex of psionic energy. The entire sect was shaken at this moment.
"Crack!" With a deafening roar, cracks spread rapidly across the cocoon's surface, tearing the rune chains and shattering the surrounding psychic energy channels. Blazing psychic light erupted from within like a raging tide, illuminating the entire world. The cocoon's outer shell instantly disintegrated, shattering into countless fragments.
Amidst the terrifying light, a figure slowly emerged. Ming Xuanzi—his figure resembled an alien deity, emanating an irresistible pressure. His body had been completely mechanized, with psychic channels extending from his chest to his limbs like nerves. His smooth, cold metallic skin was etched with complex and mysterious runes.
Ming Xuanzi's eyes slowly opened, a cold blue light flickering in his pupils, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression. Though his features had been mechanized, his incomparably fierce aura was unbearable to gaze upon. Behind him, dozens of psychic energy lines swayed like mechanical tentacles, emitting waves of terrifying psychic energy.
He stood amidst the ruins, his gaze slowly sweeping across the Baixing Sect battlefield. A psychic storm surged with his gaze, tearing the surrounding air into faint ripples. Ming Xuanzi's lips curled up in a cold arc, his voice deep and powerful: "The realm of transformation..."
His voice gradually became louder, as if the heaven and earth were responding to his cry: "I finally did it! Hahahaha!" His wild laughter echoed throughout the Baixing Sect, shaking everyone's soul.
Psionic radiance shot up into the sky, and Ming Xuanzi's figure stood tall within the radiance, like a mechanical deity looking down upon all life. Each fluctuation of his psychic energy caused a brief disruption in the psychic runes on the virtual battlefield. Team Zero heard Ming Xuanzi's wild laughter over the communication channel, and everyone's expression grew grave.
The sky above Yunxuan Star felt as if torn apart. Pillars of psychic energy shot straight into the sky, tinting the earth and sky a chilling blue-purple. A terrifying psychic pressure swept across the battlefield, like an invisible giant hand pressing down on the chests of all the cultivators, causing their breathing to become rapid and disordered. Flying swords froze in mid-air, the light of their magic suddenly dimming in the air. For a moment, the entire battlefield fell silent, as if firmly controlled by an invisible force.
In the distance, Ming Xuanzi's semi-mechanized figure slowly ascended, each movement carrying the oppressive force of a mountain. His mechanized limbs radiated a cold glow, and the psychic core in his chest pulsed with powerful force, as if every beat could unleash a psychic storm. He spread his arms, and his psychic energy pipelines, like mechanical tentacles, danced in the wind, like a giant monster baring its fangs and claws. His laughter echoed throughout the battlefield, piercing the eardrums of every cultivator like thunder.
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