199: Tragic!

Boom... Boom... Boom... Continuous, deafening, dull thuds resounded through the vast starry sky.

The two boundless fleets of Warships were like two surging torrents, charging at each other with the force of an overwhelming mountain and sea, colliding violently.

In an instant.

"Kill!"

Amidst roars of fury, countless armored Human Race Martial Artists, like tigers descending a mountain, brandished their gleaming weapons and launched a fearless charge toward the clustered Yao Race Warships without a moment's hesitation.

Facing them, naturally, was the Yao Race, refusing to be outdone.

They also launched a charge toward the Human Race Warships amidst a chorus of roars.

At the same time this intense collision occurred.

Numerous experts of Emperor Rank and above from both races began to engage in one-on-one combat.

They were like meteors streaking across the starry sky; every clash triggered violent spatial tremors, and powerful energy waves swept through the surroundings.

For a time.

Hand-to-hand combat ensued, with battle cries rising one after another. The collision of blood and flesh played out endlessly, instantly forming a bloody and cruel picture of a racial war in the stars. Endless slaughter and death shrouded this starry sky Domain outside the Imperial Pass.

Inside an unremarkable Warship within the fleet that continued to charge forward relentlessly.

Lin Yan, rising from his Commander's Seat, clenched his fists, his face filled with a grim aura.

Through the massive glass pane in front of him, he could clearly see the tragic battle scene unfolding in the starry sky at this very moment.

Only a few moments had passed.

Countless Warships at the front of the overwhelming fleet had already exploded into myriad tiny fragments of wreckage.

Like twinkling stars in the night sky, they scattered in every direction.

Accompanying this were deafening roars and bellows that reached the youth's ears.

"Human Race! Immortal!!!"

Those were the vibrant lives blooming in the starry sky, the Human Race soldiers who were unafraid of death.

The voices were filled with unshakable supreme conviction and glory, as if they would pierce through the heavens. Every syllable struck the youth's heart like a heavy hammer.

Human Race! Immortal!

A thousand words or ten thousand explanations could not compare to experiencing it firsthand.

The cruelty of racial warfare was fully displayed before Lin Yan's eyes.

It also reflected in the hearts of Lian Chuan and Xue Cheng, who had only arrived in the starry sky two days ago.

As the battle cries and roars grew closer, the various tragic scenes became increasingly clear.

A calm yet grim voice reached the entire Warship through a specific channel.

"Wei An, Commander of the Li Army's First Elite Regiment, greets Your Highness Lin Yan."

"By order of His Excellency, the ten thousand Warships and tens of millions of soldiers of the First Elite Regiment will complete the mission to escort Your Highness through the Yao Race Warship fleet."

Before Lin Yan could respond.

"On the verge of the ships colliding!"

"Relaying His Excellency's original words."

"Do not carry a psychological burden. Even if you hadn't requested to leave the pass, the war would not have stopped."

"Strive to do what you want to do."

"I, your teacher, will wait for your return at the Imperial Pass."

"If my disciple does not return, though the starry sky is vast and the foreign lands are perilous, I will surely take up my sword and turn the world upside down!"

The voice faded.

Lin Yan bit his lip, saying nothing.

Donggong Li's words undoubtedly pierced through his chaotic thoughts after witnessing such a soul-shaking scene.

That is, what exactly was the purpose of this offensive, which 99.9% of the Human Race Martial Artists believed to be no different from previous ones?

He also knew.

And they truly could only do this much.

Because the voice Wei An sent next directly confirmed it.

"Finally."

"Your Highness, you must not use your Realm abilities and let them be seen by the Yao Race."

"It is best if you do not even participate in the battle."

"Please understand the importance of this."

Lin Yan clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

Finally.

He deactivated the heavenly emperor armor's combat form, manifesting black clothes while putting on a baseball cap.

I owe you all! Wait for my return!

In the future, leave it to me!

"But I want to see it with my own eyes!"

Wei An seemed to be able to see the scene inside the Warship; he did not hesitate.

"You may!"

Though the above seemed long, it was only a fleeting moment in the roaring starry battlefield.

Outside the Imperial Pass, the seemingly endless Warships of the two races continued to collide in a soul-stirring manner; this fierce battle seemed as if it would never end.

The Warship fragments, falling like snowflakes and gradually fading in the starry sky, almost covered the uneven and long, winding battle line.

In a concave area that had already gained a huge advantage in the ship-colliding clash, a fleet of ten thousand Warships flying the "Li" character military flag, looking no different from those around them, approached.

"Change formation!"

Wei An's grim command resounded through the entire First Elite Regiment.

In an instant.

The ten thousand Warships formed a sharp triangular formation, protecting an unremarkable Warship in the very center, charging into the Yao Race Warship line like a sharp sword.

Immediately after.

Wei An let out a roar that was almost a bellow.

"Collide!!!"

Boom... Boom boom...!

The violent collision sound right next to them felt as if it would tear their eardrums apart.

Although the Warship in the center of the sharp triangular formation was protected by layers, it still began to shake violently under the impact of such powerful shockwaves.

"Kill!"

Roars seemed to tear through the sky, carrying endless killing intent.

The military flags embroidered with the "Li" character fluttered in the starry sky, advancing with irresistible force. Everywhere they went, they achieved the magnificent feat of trading fewer lives for more.

Time seemed to become exceptionally slow; every second felt so long.

Yet it also felt as if a long, long time had passed, long enough to feel like a century.

The sounds of ships colliding rose and fell.

As Lin Yan's field of vision gradually opened up, everything became clearer.

Even the brave and invincible First Elite Regiment had almost entirely perished, with only a few hundred Warships still courageously forging ahead.

Lin Yan, sitting back in his Commander's Seat, had not moved once from beginning to end.

He sat there quietly like a statue, only his eyes, like stars in a cold night, flickered with a heart-palpitating cold light, revealing a monstrous killing intent.

Seeing that these hundreds of Warships were about to successfully penetrate the Yao Race Warship line.

The Yao Race Warship fleets rushing in from all directions were also about to form an encirclement.

Fu Ying spoke in a deep voice.

"Flame Guards!"

"Take good care of Your Highness!"

He was about to step out of the Warship.

A thunderous roar filled with world-shaking killing intent and determination suddenly rang out.

"Yao Race scum!!"