Dala Star.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, the ground a chaotic mess, and dead bodies could be seen everywhere.
Zhao Yiling's fair little face was covered in dust, and her armor was stained bright red.
"Boom..."
Just then, a series of roaring sounds came from the sky.
Zhao Yiling looked up to see five huge epic warships appearing in the sky.
Behind the epic warships, a large swarm of small spacecraft closely followed, madly firing at the epic warships.
But this was undoubtedly like ants itching an elephant, completely ineffective.
"Is this the epic warship!? It's really amazing," Zhao Yiling gasped, obviously frightened by the massive objects before her.
She had just led five million of the Young Marshal Army to uproot a stronghold on Lada Star and had breached the first blockade line.
