Wayne and the other players remained inside the main cabin of the mothership, observing the outside world through the front glass.
Prism defensive line?
It sounded impressive, but no one really knew what it actually was.
The eight-minute countdown ended!
Most of the swarm had been pushed back into the attack zone of the prism defensive line.
It was coming!
Fang Heng suddenly sensed an intense spatial fluctuation. He immediately looked up toward the high skies outside the ship.
In the distance, heavy, dark clouds loomed over the sky. From within the clouds, points of spatial fluctuations began to blossom.
The spatial fluctuations quickly connected, forming a shimmering rift.
From the spatial rift, rows of black cannon muzzles gradually emerged.
"Energy cannons?"
Zaka looked up into the sky and was surprised to see the large-caliber muzzles forming in mid-air, with energy ripples building within them.
"Buzz...!"
