Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1539 55: 60 Seconds

"That... that scene, how long has it been since we've seen it?" A Saint Luo person stammered, the original arrogance in their eyes completely disappeared, replaced by endless fear.

The image of flesh dissolving was a taboo even within the Saint Luo Clan, only the survivors who participated in the siege against that man truly understood the significance of this scene.

Unfortunately, most of the survivors from that battle were dispatched as the elite of the invasion corps to this universe.

"No, no way, this is clearly a low-level universe, the natives here are weak-bodied, unable to resist diseases and radiation. Their warships are as far apart from our star body fortresses as a chasm."

Someone shook their head desperately, unwilling to believe everything they were seeing.

But that continuously boiling and bubbling black liquid on the light screen, drifting in large patches in space, was constantly reminding them.

Mu Fan silently observed the scene before him, watching as the layers of the giant's body dissolved to eventually reveal a "human" covered in densely growing flesh buds.

That person's silhouette finally matched the image of a Saint Luo person Mu Fan had seen before.

[So this is your single-soldier combat method, a fully evolved biological war armor...]

Mu Fan's eyelids lifted indifferently, a trace of contemplation flashing through his pupils.

But that's all there was.

In Mu Fan's view, the evolutionary degree of their bodies was still unable to compare with those of the Zeg.

The pair of eyes as huge as planets he once saw in deep space, the oppressive force transmitted just from their gaze was not something these Saint Luo people could ever match.

Whether it was the "White Armor" standing atop the head of the Starry Sky Path insect, or the Bone-faced Insect Beast that could draw out its spine for combat without feeling pain, their bodies, from an objective standpoint, practically had no weaknesses.

There were only two ways to kill those creatures.

Either break through the energy node of the limb neural network with blades or destroy the opponent's internal organs with immense force.

And now, although the muscular giant body of the Saint Luo Clan excels in strength and speed by almost twice...

The weakness is simply too obvious.

That is, as long as the blood representing the energy core is corroded.

The opponent would collapse on its own!

Although the face blurred with blood and flesh couldn't be seen clearly, the prominently raised yellow blood vessels all over the body clearly identified their status.

Undoubtedly, Leviathan was Saint Luo, so he was destined not to be immune to the annihilating and destructive force carried by Mu Fan's blood...

Nerve docking, blood sharing had long allowed Mu Fan's swiftly spreading blood to circulate within Leviathan's body.

The body, just separated from the giant form, stiffened in space, with the skin covered in viscous blood suddenly eerily sprouting black dots, which began to rapidly expand and spread.

Like black spots accelerating growth by a thousand times, spreading instantly over the entire body!

It was visible that the person, who had just opened his eyes, carried disbelief and... immense fear.

The lips quivered and muttered, Leviathan stood amidst the viscous black slurry, trying to say something.

Only when he opened his mouth, his jaw dissolved despondently and scattered apart.

Then, with an expression twisted by terror, his whole being turned utterly black.

In the vacuum environment, not a single sound was transmitted.

Only the quietly bubbling black liquid remained, occasionally producing a few bubbles.

The Seventh Saint Luo Envoy, perished.

At that moment, all the remaining hope in the eyes of Saint Luo people, part of the Expeditionary Corps, was completely wiped out.

The fear from the blood made them tremble incessantly.

"Why can't I overcome my body's trembling?"

"Why can't I muster any battle desire when I see this scene..."

"Why do I dare not look into those eyes!"

These cries echoed endlessly in the hearts of the Saint Luo people.

But the fact is, after the staunchest Swallowing Star Beast "Bone Fly" and Leviathan perished in rapid succession, Shura's silhouette in the eyes of the Saint Luo people had become even more terrifying than the black hole of deep space.

That is the biological instinctive fear encountered when facing a natural enemy.

"Is this scene... familiar to you?"

Mu Fan's voice calmly resounded, although if one saw his blood-stained face and the chilling murderous intent in his eyes, they wouldn't think his mood was anywhere near calm at this moment.

The shattered armor on Shura's right arm from Leviathan's grip began to aggregate and restore at a speed visible to the naked eye...

A momentary lull fell over the Saint Luo Expeditionary Corps after the loss of their first leader.

However, Mu Fan's blatant taunts served to jolt the Saint Luo people out of their paralyzing fear.

"His objective is the expedition base! That's where our Starry Sky Gate resides; we absolutely cannot permit him to breach it."

A sharp, strained voice suddenly cried out.

"Contact headquarters immediately and request reinforcements!"

The blood vessels surrounding Peeping's immense eye began to throb violently.

"Unleash the Ghostly Floating Beast!"

"The locust storm attack mode is now active. This is our final bastion of defense; it must hold until reinforcements arrive from headquarters."

Within the largest spire, a Saint Luo individual with weathered, wrinkled skin, dressed in uniform, now held command following Leviathan's demise.

His head was disproportionately large, his forehead significantly pronounced, and the taut, wrinkled skin lent him a grim, intimidating appearance.

As he spoke, all Saint Luo individuals present bowed their heads in deference.

This was their Thinker, Boliva, who had sacrificed his physical form to elevate his intellect to an extraordinary degree.

His words acted as a much-needed balm, injecting a sense of calm into the Saint Luo Clan's Expeditionary Corps.

"Yes, we still possess starry sky creatures; we still command the might to retaliate," someone responded stiffly, as if emerging from a daze.

At this precise moment, every Saint Luo individual simultaneously lifted the crystal orbs they held. Biological electromagnetic waves were transmitted into these pristine spheres, causing countless directives to coalesce into a powerful surge, flowing directly into the orbs.

With this, the Saint Luo Expeditionary Army finally unleashed their fury, truly displaying their formidable power.

Fifty kilometers behind Shura, Evil Wing found himself alone on a small celestial body. His wide eyes fixated on the colossal fleet that dwarfed an entire planet, a bewildered expression clouding his features.

When terror reaches its apex, it often manifests as sheer incomprehension.

It became overwhelmingly difficult to even contemplate the myriad ways one could meet their end.

With agonizing thoughts, Evil Wing watched Shura's retreating back, then lifted his head and opened his mouth twice.

A pulse of communication spread through the channel. Mu Fan turned his head slightly, responding, "Sixty seconds."

Sixty seconds?

Evil Wing stared, his gaze shifting between Shura and the rear of the fleet, where thirty colossal eyeballs suddenly materialized, each a staggering hundred meters in diameter...

Those thirty monstrous, terrifying eyes simultaneously locked onto their position!

The dreaded Star Beast, the Ghostly Floating Beast, once seen on Purple Jade Star—had reappeared.