Since Zana wouldn't let the Federation off easy, the Federation was definitely going to strike where it hurt them the most! Greedy Wolf, as an esteemed early-era general of the Military Department, commanded high respect; his words immediately won the support of a considerable neutral faction for the war.

At this time, the Federation received yet another final warning from Zana: if the Flame Fleet continued to advance, it could provoke a direct declaration of war between the two nations. They also let slip that Raymond, stationed at the 12th star, had already rushed to the Twin Planets to provide support and, if the conditions allowed, even declared his willingness to face any member of the Federation in single combat.

Seeing the message, Greedy Wolf laughed in anger. Did Raymond really dare to swagger about? Did he really think the Federation was without capable people? Where were the military's great generals?

At this thought, Greedy Wolf was suddenly overwhelmed with tears, unable to cry out loud. Sky Shadow was seriously injured while on a mission to Satellite 8, and Feng Yi's soul had departed for the heavens. In this land where talents withered, how difficult it was to nurture a young hero! If Sky Shadow or Feng Yi had been present, it wouldn't have been Raymond's turn to act so arrogantly—defeating him would have been a matter of a single Flame Dual Slash—apart from Feng Yi, there were no more Revenge Shadow Riders in this world.

At the summit of Immortal Mountain, Wu Tian heaved a lengthy sigh! If it weren't for clinging to Zana, the Flame Fleet would arrive at Immortal Mountain in a matter of days. Under the onslaught of the metallic tide, he feared that the ancient Martial Arts inheritance might be eradicated after a couple of reciprocations.

What was destined to come, eventually came. He had anticipated this day, albeit not so soon. If he had known this day would come, he would have killed John back then; that way, the Flame Fleet would not have reacted so rashly, and there would still be room for negotiation.

But... there were no buts. The error wasn't on Feng Yi's part, not on Mengdie's, not on anyone's—if anyone was to blame, it was him alone who had brewed this disaster. Now, where would the world turn next? Amidst a world pandemic and the uncertainty of "Bizarre" events, humanity was turning against each other with arms, which was the scene he least wanted to witness.

Faced with the vengeful assault of the Flame Legion, Jade Clear Sect had absolutely no chance of retaliation. Not to mention this renowned ace unit; even a ragtag militia couldn't withstand the power of Mechas with mere physical strength, let alone an army of several hundred thousand soldiers of the Flame Fleet bearing down on them.

At this moment, the atmosphere within Jade Clear Sect was exceptionally heavy. Three elders had died in battle on Satellite 8. Mingfei, the young protector, had been gravely injured. These were already substantial blows to Jade Clear Sect, but compared to these, the unavoidable current predicament was even more terrifying. If this crazed army were to storm Immortal Mountain, then even ten, a hundred Jade Clear Sects couldn't withstand them.

Jade Clear Sect could only hope that Zana would come to their aid. Yet, the Twin Planets, specifically Behe-3, were originally situated on the border of Zana, just a few star domains away from the Federation. The Flame Legion, known as the world's ace unit and renowned for its rapid mobilization, completely caught Zana unprepared for defense. Could the hastily assembled troops hold them back?

The answer was... absolutely impossible!

At the same time, the Flame Fleet's unexpected troop movements had caught the attention of nations everywhere, and Behe-3 suddenly became a global focal point. Although the reasons were unclear, this unit's marching speed had far exceeded all major powers' expectations. In just three days, they had leapt across Zana's border, heading straight towards Behe-3.

The fleets that Zana had later sent hurriedly set up their positions, awaiting the Flame Legion's trap. Little did they know, the Flame Legion was not the least bit affected. Their fleet turned around in an instant and mounted a counterattack, deviating from their target. Led by Apophis, with 5,000 elite troops and 300 various-sized battleships, they charged directly toward the ambush point, not bothering with words but greeting with gunfire.

Indeed, if one were to ask which army in the world was the most insane, the Flame Legion would definitely rank among the top. Even during the times of warfare, many bigwigs of the Federation had passed on tales of this bandit legion, especially when facing the enemy.

They were not without reason; the first thing they did was eliminate the enemy fleets lurking dozens of astronomical units away. Their numerical disadvantage couldn't pose a threat to their extensively experienced combat forces.

The battle was about to erupt.

Without waiting for the fleets to get closer, a barrage of light, like meteor showers, already pierced through the vast cosmos. It was an unrehearsed frontal clash. The Zana Republic had not anticipated the Flame Legion's decisive action; they really had started fighting. They hadn't expected this Assembly 9th Generation elite unit to strike with such lightning speed, opening fire with a barrage where more than 50% of shots hit their mark.

Boom, boom, boom, boom... Fireworks continuously burst from the void, accompanied by elite soldiers weaving through the expanse of space, their eyes bloodshot as they cursed and roared incessantly. Two fleets collided in an instant.

"Counterattack, counterattack now!" The enemy commander, like an ant on a hot pan, completely lost his composure as one main battle mech after another rushed out from the launching channels to engage.

"Go to hell, sons of bitches." Apophis, his eyes blazing with ferocity, swore loudly as he delivered several Z-shaped horizontal slashes, cutting through the enemy's formation as if entering a land with no one to stop him, making a beeline for the corps commander.

"Brothers, spread out and hit these bastards with a wave of Flame Surge."

Upon receiving the order, the previously scattered 5,000-strong elite troops rapidly regrouped within a few breaths, forming a dense and spectacular net. Amidst the roaring engines, 5,000 mechas lit up the void with their brilliance, transforming the steel torrent into countless roaring war machines that rushed forth, and anything in their path was utterly annihilated under the Flame Surge onslaught.

At this moment, with the momentum of the Flame Surge unstoppable, the enemy's dense region was emptied in the blink of an eye, just like leaves falling in the autumn breeze, and in a mere moment, Zana's fleet was broken.

"Disperse formation, disperse immediately." The enemy command issued orders through the communicator, but the Flame Surge didn't stop. Under Apophis's roars, the 5,000 elite troops instantly split into four directions, forming small-scale strike arrays and pounced towards their respective targets.

Hissing sounds filled the space...

After several feints, over half of Zana's fleet's numerical advantage in mobile soldiers was lost. Apophis, single-minded, continued to close in on the enemy's command carrier through the void, unstoppable. With a swing of his titanium alloy blade, he delivered a strike powerful enough to split a mountain.

"Die!"

The large hull first emitted sparks of light before slowly disintegrating, blossoming into an explosion and turning into space debris in an instant, killing hundreds of soldiers...

Apophis didn't even blink as he headed straight for the next Zeus Shield-class carrier—survival of the fittest in a chaotic world, everyone for themselves. He might show mercy, but his blade surely would not.

Who would have thought that a Flame Squadron would have an ace pilot, and that there would be countless at the Red Cloak level? In no time at all, three strategic carriers were destroyed. Facing death, the fear had long since made Zana's commander unwilling to continue fighting, and he immediately ordered a retreat.

The former legion commander was merciful, and Feng Yi often used prisoners to gain the maximum benefit. But Flame soldiers were different; they were once space pirates, once part of the resistance, with madness in their bones, especially these desperate outcasts in a state of fury.

With a madman like Apophis taking the lead, there were soldiers who followed with blood in their eyes. This was a battle with no room for compromise; under the containment of our rear fleet, Zana's fleet couldn't even manage to speed up and turn before they were turned into cosmic dust by the relentless, crazed slashing, obliterated into the void.

The Flame Legion's combat power had once again overturned the world's understanding. In the face of the larger enemy fleet, in just over ten minutes, they annihilated the enemy fleet completely. Even the commander of the rapidly arriving Zana Republic's super fleet was having second thoughts now! It's one thing to deal with a madman, but it's another to deal with a super fleet that is both fearless and experienced in battle. Could they really win? At this rate, they could even lose their lives.

Considering the Flame Legion's past achievements and seeing that their super fleet hadn't even covered half the distance, the major general sent a request for reinforcements to the headquarters. Facing the Flame Legion alone was just too damn dangerous.

In this battle, gods were slain, and no one else stood a chance. Aside from direct orders from the legion commander himself, no one could save Immortal Mountain.

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