Over a dozen Unicorn Warships, battered beyond recognition, with their severely damaged hulls and broken unicorns, clearly showed that these warships had been in relentless battle for far too long.
Opposite them were more than thirty Star Alliance Warships, arrayed in an impressive, imposing formation. Although, at this moment, these Star Alliance Warships were not firing, they seemed to be displaying a sort of lofty disdain towards the Unicorn Warships.
It was as if they were saying, "Today is the day you die."
In the largest of the Unicorn Warships, which was also the last flagship of the Silver Feather Army, Governor Nian Deng's eyes were blood-red.
"Xiao Yu, are you intent on completely annihilating us?" Nian Deng roared like a wounded beast, but the distant Star Alliance Chancellor, light years away, wouldn't be able to respond to him.
The Silver Feather Army led by Nian Deng had been fighting for a long time, and even Nian Deng himself knew that they could fight no more.
