In the void, Yuan Jingtian stood on his own cloud boat, glancing around; he felt as if his understanding of the world was collapsing completely.
In the vastness of the void, ten enormous metal warships, nearly a hundred times the size of his cloud boat, surrounded him.
At the front end of these colossal metal cloud boats, a massive cannon burst forth, with nearly a thousand smaller cannons surrounding the hull, all aimed at him.
He knew that these were the long-range offensive soul devices of the Huaxia Empire, having witnessed their power before.
Previously, this device had fired a warning shot towards him.
After withstanding a direct hit, Yuan Jingtian's arm was crippled, losing combat power, while soul energy invaded and continued to destroy his body, making recovery impossible.
At the same time, in mid-air, ten battle formations, each a million strong, encircled him, their iron-blooded aura intimidating him.
