Kapitel 2586: No Holes to Crawl Through?

In the space battlefield, even the vacuum of death and silence where soundwaves could not be transmitted was about to be torn apart by the roaring cannons and colliding starships, resulting in gaps that led to the deepest level of hell, making the ghosts that were being tormented there shriek and cry.

The glittering stars were pulled into helical rays by the swirls raised by the turbulences of spiritual energy. The rays were then radiated into colorful and most splendid spots of light, like a terrible painting that an absurdist master drew with the blood, lives, and even souls of human beings.

The main warships that were marching over like magnificent mountains dominantly were often reduced to broken debris after being kissed by the glowing light balls, spurting out materials and fuel nonstop, which ran amok without any pattern. The warships seemed to have grown countless tentacles while they danced a dance of death crazily.