As soon as he charged into that region shrouded in a faint white haze, Fang Senyan was instantly struck by an overwhelming sense of the bizarre and excruciating pain!

Despite being enclosed by the thick, tough layers of the airship's hull, he felt a complete sensation of being twisted. The feeling was utterly uncanny, as if his entire body had been cleaved into two parts at the waist—his lower body rooted to the chair, immobile, while his upper half was violently wrenched and contorted seventeen or eighteen times, like a piece of twisted rope.

And this distortion was not merely physical; even his soul felt as if it were being wrenched apart.

In just an instant, Fang Senyan’s body, which he considered incredibly resilient, was on the verge of complete destruction! Fortunately, just before reaching the critical point, the Nightmare Imprint on Fang Senyan’s chest began to burn hot, and an invisible force pierced through an incalculable distance, instantly manifesting and vibrating upon his body!

That was the immense power of the Noah C Space!

Before such overwhelming force, Fang Senyan—no, even the surface of the entire vessel—immediately began to emit a faint red glow before miraculously recovering amidst the extreme distortion. At this juncture, one could observe the collision and overlap between the two planes reaching an astonishing degree. No one could adequately describe the despair of that mutual, destructive impact, yet out of that destruction, countless nascent hopes bubbled up like foam...

Faced with this magnificent scene hiding a tremendous crisis, the only thing Fang Senyan and the others could do was wait...

Meanwhile, the Fourth-in-Line heir of the Arno family had disappeared at Alpine Base Seven. They certainly wouldn't let the matter rest, but the Arno family had already determined that Prince Pomparou was behind the scheme. Frankly, the layers of conspiracy stacked one upon the other, intertwined and intricate, caused both the Elders and Monchi. Kilby to break into a cold sweat upon careful analysis, sensing a massive threat.

Therefore, they unanimously agreed that since the Arno family had already lost a Fourth-in-Line heir here, and subsequently lost every advantage in the subsequent confrontation, with their very lives hanging in the balance, the loss to the family would be exponentially greater should the First-in-Line heir and a contingent of Elders perish here as well. As for seeking justice or retribution—that could only be pursued under suitable circumstances. After all, when one's throat is held to the blade, how often is any negotiation truly fair?

So, at least up until the moment Fang Senyan and his group departed, the Arno family members were still humbling themselves, repeatedly petitioning for permission to depart and return to port every day... The matter of poor Monson. Lucy, who had vanished without a trace, was not dared to be brought up at all.

Having endured the jolting within the fierce turbulence for a long time, the bizarre and fantastic phenomena before their eyes became somewhat commonplace. Old Charlie couldn't help but ask Fang Senyan:

"If the process of plane overlap is so terrifying, how can those Iron Blood aliens enter and exit as casually as stepping into their own backyard?"

Fang Senyan pondered for a moment:

"The plane overlap must follow some order. It's most violent at the beginning, but it becomes relatively smoother later on. Both sides must have an adjustment period. Since the Iron Blood aliens' overlap time is longer, their reaction isn't as intense."

As they spoke, both felt the ship suddenly shudder violently. Though the space before, behind, left, and right was utterly empty, the vessel pitched and rolled intensely, like a trunk being dragged down a flight of stairs, causing loud thumps even on the steps. The occupants, despite their dampening measures, were tossed about disorientingly.

When the shaking abruptly ceased, Fang Senyan instantly felt a sudden emptiness before him, and a completely different sensation washed over his body—like leaving a stuffy office after too long and suddenly stepping onto a rooftop where fresh air blows in your face.

The universe was still the universe; the stellar sea remained vast, yet an incongruous, unmistakable odor was palpable!

The location where Fang Senyan and his group now materialized was within a dense asteroid field. The celestial bodies in this belt were roughly the size of the Moon, packed together so densely they seemed to fill the entire expanse of the firmament.

Suddenly, a flash of light!

An asteroid directly ahead of them detonated with terrifying intensity—a destruction so absolute that every speck of dust dissociated from within. Even before the massive efflux of energy reached Fang Senyan's vessel, a colossal steel dreadnought, seemingly arriving from beyond the heavens, roared past with an aura of supreme majesty and oppression. Its massive primary cannon was still emitting wisps of smoke. Even more astonishingly, accompanying the battleship were over a dozen escort vessels whose models, upon inspection, were unmistakably the Ghost Fighters with their swift, swallow-like contours... ejecting orange-yellow afterburns, clearly moving at full throttle.

This formation was the human race’s ultimate military configuration: the Yamoto Cruiser paired with standard Ghost Fighters. Adding six transport ships would constitute the standard layout for a colonial base. Yet, for some reason, Fang Senyan felt a distinct scent of panic and hasty retreat emanating from these powerful human weapons!

Fang Senyan and his companions were still in the process of assimilating with the world around them, so despite being agonizingly close, the human fleet failed to detect them. However, after less than ten seconds, a small vessel of peculiar design suddenly shot out from the void behind them.

Mounted on its port and starboard wings were two inflated plasma cannons, their barrels shaped like bellows, while the central fuselage appeared quite small, entirely overshadowed by the wing design. The ship was adorned with yellow-green stripes, and its aft engines spat clear blue flames.

Overall, this small craft did not appear to possess significant combat strength; a single Ghost Fighter could likely take on three in an aerial dogfight. Yet, inexplicably, there was the distinct illusion that this single, insignificant little aircraft was chasing the entire massive human fleet across the void!

"What is going on?" Fang Senyan murmured, slightly bewildered. But at that moment, he suddenly realized that although the area appeared empty, a bizarre humming noise resonated from every direction. The sounds intertwined, faint yet simultaneously vast—a contradictory sensation, like tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of mosquitoes and flies beating their wings.

Immediately following this, the human formation shifted again. The dozen escorting Ghost Fighters suddenly formed a triangular cone formation and turned back, charging directly toward the small vessel. In an instant, the Ghost Fighters slowly began to turn transparent and then evaporated from view.

Yes, this was the Ghost Fighter's special cloaking ability. Fang Senyan also noticed at this moment that in the direction where they vanished, an inconspicuous flying object was slowly maneuvering.

This craft resembled the satellites launched by humans, yet in flight, it moved like a clumsy swallow. It had clearly detected the ill intentions of the cloaked fighters and immediately banked away.

Just as it flew nearly ten kilometers away, Fang Senyan's scalp prickled with sudden alarm! For in the instant the aircraft turned, an uncountable multitude of small ships flooded nearly half of his field of vision, appearing densely packed, as if instantly engulfing the entire world!

Between the terrifying numbers of these small vessels, Fang Senyan vaguely glimpsed the hull of titanic ships, floating and sinking like great whales, as they zipped past. These small ships were clearly launching from and returning to the interiors of these whale-like carriers. He understood at once: this was the Protoss’s ultimate technology: the terrifying combination of the Arbiter supported by massive Carriers!

In this world, the situation presented a tripartite standoff between Terrans, Protoss, and Zerg. The Zerg influence was slightly dominant, but not overwhelmingly so, and friction often occurred between the Terrans and Protoss over the acquisition of energy crystals.

During his last entry into this world, Fang Senyan had primarily intervened in the conflict between the Humans and the Zerg. This time, it seemed he was destined to face the universe’s most mysterious and powerful race: the Protoss!

That clumsy, swallow-like flying object was one of the Protoss's supreme technologies: the Arbiter!

Its Recall ability could instantly summon a Protoss unit from any location to its current position! Its Stasis Field could freeze all enemy units within a 3x3 radius! Even more terrifying than these abilities was the fact that all units (excluding the Arbiter itself) near an Arbiter became invisible. This explained why Fang Senyan had witnessed a tiny carrier aircraft seemingly hunting down the human fleet—the rest of the Protoss forces were completely cloaked!

Clearly, every Arbiter was a precious asset to the Protoss. The Ghost Fighters cloaked to attack it were attempting a classic 'attack the vital point' maneuver, buying time until the Protoss's anti-cloaking Observers arrived. Once the Observers appeared, the hidden forces were torn to shreds by the enraged carrier and its swarm, exploding into space debris!

Watching the astonishing fleet roar past and recede into the distance, even though he knew they couldn't detect his presence, Fang Senyan wiped a bead of cold sweat from his brow. As the overwhelming, densely packed swarm of carrier aircraft screamed past, the only conceivable comparison was a locust plague—savage, fearless, ruthlessly efficient, leaving no green things behind in its wake!