Thousands of Guard Cannons are pouring fire into the sky at a rate of over seven thousand rounds per minute.

The dense rain of bullets weaves into a giant Fire Net in the sky.

The surviving soldiers and passersby hiding behind the safety wall are merely dumbfounded, listening to the incessant bullet spray that forms a continuous sound beside their ears.

An astonishing spectacle unfolds in the sky, as the Butterfly Fighter, no matter how agile, cannot evade the firepower tilt of this massive war machine in such limited space.

Tens of thousands of ammunition cover the entire dome within a second.

Ding ding ding... Boom!

Boom boom boom!

Countless sparks emerge on the shell of the Butterfly Fighter changing direction, and then it directly explodes into a cloud of fire.

No corner can be avoided.

A fighter jet executing a C-turn Cobra maneuver was caught in a massive Fire Net before it could fire, its mecha body instantly torn apart.

Energy beams fall on the shallow High Crystal Stone shields, rippling without any sign of breaking.

Solid missiles just detach from the mecha body and get locked and blown up by dozens of Guard Cannons simultaneously.

Mu Fan just silently raises his head and watches the mid-air, his hands behind his back, unperturbed.

Whereas other passersby hold their breath watching this spectacular scene, countless fighter wrecks fall like rain.

On the enormous light screen at the highest point, Deputy Inspector Li Genmao keeps a cold watch until the all-encompassing Fire Net shreds his image.

Within a mere minute, the madly surging firepower abruptly halts.

The surviving soldiers and passersby look bewildered into the sky, as the sound slowly drifts back.

Hearing seems to have returned, yet there's no sound of gunfire or cannon blasts in their eardrums, only the gentle breathing of people around them.

Even breathing isn't dared aloud...

For the scene before their eyes is truly terrifying.

Wherever the eye can reach... is nothing but ruins.

The cold young man stood on the spot all along, really went to war with the Aohan Freedom Alliance, no intention of negotiation from the beginning.

Mu Fan lowers his raised head, his gaze falling on the surviving soldiers in front, who all step back simultaneously.

Their combat will completely collapsed.

"Just this? Far from a real army."

Mu Fan muttered to himself, eyes directed to the rear of the crowd, where warships start appearing, and a large batch of mecha stir up sound waves while running on the deck.

But his gaze lingered for less than two seconds before he indifferently turned away, gazing at the giant, hefty metal gate ahead.

The Flame Star's garrison stopped them with this move.

But now...

No matter what means the garrison employs, it hasn't harmed Mu Fan's side the slightest.

These people still don't understand what level of opponents they have encountered!

"Mu Fan?" White Hair tentatively calls.

"Open it."

Mu Fan calmly speaks.

Ah?

Although the voice isn't loud, enough for some around him to hear, their brains seem to be underused.

Flame Star now blatantly aiming for a fight to the death with you, how could they open the gate?

"Please confirm if you want to issue the attack command." Black's reminder sounds in the ear.

"Fire."

Mu Fan calmly utters two words.

[Command confirmed, warship charging, ten-second countdown.]

[Ten, nine...]

A clear feedback sound emanates from Mu Fan's wristwatch.

Harry and others recognize the voice as belonging to Alpha, the Deputy Commander of the Mysterious Shadow Island.

At this moment, the Dawn Battleship's bridge lights up with red warning lights, a massive red number synchronously displayed on the central control light screen inside the bridge.

Beep...

Thin pulse current sounds, ancient crossbows retract.

Ka!

Numerous patterns emerge on the flat deck instantly, next second countless movable steel plates rise like assembled blocks.

For unknown reasons, the countdown voice clearly resonated in all the loudspeakers scattered around.

[...Six, five, four...]

Additionally unknown, the planet's notorious executioner Li Genmao crushes the railing he's holding single-handedly at this moment.

"Dare to jam all communication in the 17th District, how bold!"

With a fierce face, he turns back to his subordinates behind him, "Has the 17th District's gate energy cable been cut?"

"Inspector, it's been physically severed, unless the 10th District's energy transfer station reconnects the cable, the gate weighing over 2200 tons won't open." A thin-lipped, small-eyed Lieutenant respectfully responded, adding, "Now the Firmament Corps have officially joined the battle."

"Prepare armor, I want to see how long he can keep talking."

"Sir, your Super Mecha [Realm Patrol] is ready for combat."

Li Genmao's cruel and cold eyes are now indifferent, turning into the passage leading straight to the mecha warehouse.

Destroying the entire 17th passage.

He will not bear the huge loss without retaliation...

He wants to crush that boy's head!

...

"Firmament Corps post, who dares take liberty!"

A roaring tiger-like angry howl echoes from the far end.

This roar numbs many scalps, people follow the sound and see a thirty-meter Heavy Mecha figure landing at the passage entrance.

If seen from space, one would notice nearly two thousand space-type mecha forming a huge arc around the entrance to the 17th passage, while numerous warships fly out from the Star Ring, surging here.

All mecha and warships are simultaneously on standby, waiting to follow the leading mecha's charge.

Arms like lotus roots flinging forward with pronounced limb joint sensation.

Zzla!

Intense electricity instantly rises from the mecha's back, two Plasma Whips materialize in the hands of the leading mecha, crossing into the sides of the half-opened gate.

The thick steel gate is instantly whipped to shreds.

Arms drawn in again, the fifty-meter tall steel gate at the entrance is yanked and thrown flying!

The mecha raises a leg and heavily steps out.

Boom! A steel gate directly kicked out, crumpling and flying into the side wall.

Behind the mecha, pinpoint engines illuminate a massive orange cross, the entire mecha trailing a brilliant orange light zooms straight forward.

Seeing the tiger-head armor rising at the mecha's front, some passersby instantly exclaim, "It's the Firmament Corps' most barbaric Dawn Tiger—Luke Hall! He never leaves anyone alive in his strikes, not caring about hostages, clear out, quick."

The passersby who peek out now frantically shrink back, using all their might to push people aside, then heavy bow down.

Boom!

The four Flame Star mecha at the far end reacted too late, instantly shredded by two electric lights, blowing out a splendid display of molten steel sparks.

The heavy mecha, painted in mottled yellow and white, stepped forward, its massive body crushing the remnants of the four mechas directly.

The four mechanical masters of the Aohan Freedom Alliance never understood why their allies attacked them.

They never knew until their deaths that the one who attacked and killed them was Luke Hall, who usually interacted most with them from the customs defense army.

"A bunch of trash!"

Luke Hall's cold voice spat out, completely disregarding the identity of the Flame Star Guard as allies.

He only knew that Grove had died in there.

The death of that person was insignificant, but the dignity and face of the Firmament Corps absolutely could not be lost here.

Only iron and fire could tell these people... whose territory this really is!

With Luke Hall's actions, thousands of mech of the Firmament Corps suspended in space seemed to receive an order, beginning to violently surge into the entrance of Sector 17.

The slaughter by the Firmament Corps had officially begun.

"Roar!"

A furious dragon roar echoed, as a searing vortex of fire clouds formed in the mouth of the Evil Wing, constantly flashing and compressing, a moment later a fireball flecked with countless black stripes suddenly burst out.

Demon Dragon—Roaring Flame Bomb!

"It's that dragon again!"

In a chorus of exclamations, the surviving Aohan Freedom Alliance mechas quickly flashed to the sides.

What a joke, that searing high temperature was absolutely something that their ordinary mechas couldn't withstand.

So the moment the Evil Wing spat out the fireball, a straight path was instinctively cleared for it.

The fierce Roaring Flame Bomb rampaged through the giant corridor, bombarding into the distance.

Luke Hall's eyes brimmed with murderous intent, a sinister curve appeared on his scarred face, "Just a mere beast!"

The towering mecha landed with both feet, leaping high into the air, pulling the two plasma whips on its arms together, the two whips clashed with a thunderous boom like cutting steel and tofu.

The next moment, the two long whips suddenly twisted and fixed into shape.

A plasma giant spear over forty meters long appeared in hand.

The tip of the spear was constrained by a strong electric force to form a flat spear blade.

In that moment, the mottled mecha carried an inexplicable wild beauty and ferocity.

Holding the plasma spear horizontally with both hands, the mecha flipped and landed, steps connecting into a dense drumbeat, dragging a long illusion trail, twisting forward, the spear in hand slashing down with a boom!

The spear tip momentarily grazed past the Roaring Flame Bomb.

The moment paused in stillness…

Boom!

The terrifying high temperature radiated in all directions.

The heavy mecha painted in mottled yellow and white firmly stepped out amidst the twisted heat.

Luke Hall's eyes wore the same consistent murder and arrogance.

His mech was an unbeatable S-Class fighting machine in close combat—[Ghost White Tiger]!

In such a narrow area, no one could be his match.

Yet up to this moment, Mu Fan merely turned back to gaze for a moment.

"Three... two..."

"One!"

At that same time, the countdown voices that had filled all directions finally concluded.

Luke Hall subconsciously looked up, just in time to see a massive square jet platform of steel above the smooth deck of the Dawn Battleship.

The outline of it seemed as if a set of engines was directly placed on the deck, carrying a stunning industrial beauty.

[Super Flame Particle Flow—Dawn Impact!]

As the final command flashed in the light computer, at that moment, at the junction between the giant jet platform and the deck top layer, a fist-sized high crystal stone was struck from both sides by enormous energy flames.

A terrifying fusion reaction formed instantaneously, the immense flame current capable of shaking mountains traveled along tens of thousands of pipelines to the top turret, ultimately transforming into a giant azure light beam over three meters in diameter, firing out with a boom.

The Dawn Battleship, hovering in the flight path, shuddered heavily.

The thick and dazzling azure beam struck the massive steel gate with a boom.

This also announced that from the time Mu Fan and others entered the Flame Star Customs passage until now, they had finally forced a breakthrough!

The two overlapping super heavyweight alloy gates, weighing an astonishing 2200 tons, emitted a piercing metallic twisting sound in that stunning and shocking Dawn Impact.

The entire gate only supported for less than one percent of a second before it shattered with a boom.

However, the flame flow at the Dawn Battleship's strike did not weaken or fade, the energy flame column propelled the shattered giant gate straight ahead.

Within half a second, from the end of the visible entry…

A vast, dark, giant, empty passage was crudely revealed.

Everyone in the areas of the third and fourth gates stared in shock at the giant gate instantly pierced through, their necks stiffly turning back.

Just now…

What the hell happened!

"Board the ship."

Until then, Mu Fan did not pay attention to the S-Class mecha [Ghost White Tiger] that had already intruded into a dangerous distance.

The reason he appeared here was precisely because normal passage would save time.

But now, staying here any longer would obviously only waste time.

If they wanted to obstruct his progress, then he would choose his more favored method…

Directly steamroll through!

Nothing could be more precious than his time!

Mu Fan took a step onto the giant boarding platform that flew slowly towards him, his whole aura becoming increasingly icy, as if accumulating a kind of suppressed anger.

The fat man and others could feel the fury hidden under Mu Fan's calm exterior. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Those people, truly ignorant of life and death!

White Hair's eyes were also icy, he glanced at the fat man, both nodding simultaneously.

If the opponent wasn't holding back, then they would play a big game!

This melee scenario was simply the best range for the fat man's [Fury].

However, just as the two prepared to turn and call for the launch of the mecha, a white graceful figure, carrying a faint Snow Lotus fragrance, stepped out from beside Mu Fan.

"Leave it to me."

Lu Qingxue's face, as cold and serene as condensed jade, showed not the slightest expression, as always indifferent.

And equally, as always, left no room for doubt.

"Senior Sister is angry…"

The fat man and White Hair shrunk their necks at the sight of Lu Qingxue, a schadenfreude emotion simultaneously rising in their hearts.

A slender wrist rose, the jade-like round ring suddenly glowing.

Lu Qingxue ran with light steps on the deck of the pedestrian passage, after running five meters, she leapt towards the vast and deep flight path sideways.

A white shadow flashed in mid-air, and Lu Qingxue's figure vanished into it.

In the next half-second, with pure white wings flapping, that mecha landed lightly.

S-Class mecha [Frost Angel], join the battle!

Lu Qingxue's eyes calmly watched the figure at the end of the passage, instantly drawing the bow!