Spar, enraged, directed his fleet to change tactics, using five medium frigates to besiege a single Earth Federation heavy frigate. Since the Federation warship's energy shield required a recovery period after absorbing impacts, this presented an opening for the Werewolves, leading to a brutal exchange where both sides suffered losses.

Finally, the vanguard forces also engaged. The Werewolf warships employed a similar pack tactic: five medium vessels attacking one Earth Federation heavy cruiser. Although the Werewolves' losses vastly outnumbered the enemy's, Spar was consumed by the desire to seize the Heart of the Cosmos, ordering his fleet to push forward regardless of the cost.

Three thousand Earth Federation warships couldn't withstand the ferocious assault of over fifty thousand Werewolf vessels. While not facing immediate defeat, they were gradually being encircled. As their energy shields were battered, their protective capacity plummeted, and heavy cruisers were destroyed one by one in fiery explosions.

Spar roared, "Keep hitting them hard! Advance quickly! Once their ships are trapped within our formation, none will survive! Anyone who secures the Heart of the Cosmos will be a hero!"

The Werewolf fleet had suffered heavy losses, yet they clearly held the advantage. Receiving Spar's command, commanders at all levels spurred their ships forward toward the binary stars. In their minds, reaching the binary stars and capturing the vessel carrying the Earth Federation officials would instantly end the battle, resulting in a sweeping Werewolf victory.

"Leader Spar, come quickly and look at this—what in the Void is this colossal object?" an observer urgently called out to Spar.

At this moment, commanders at the front reported on a situation unfolding on the battlefield: a gigantic flying object was rapidly approaching their position. Electronic reconnaissance determined this object was likely a moon orbiting the binary stars; it had departed its established trajectory and was moving purposefully toward the engagement zone.

"How is this possible!" the officers murmured amongst themselves. "They've fitted an asteroid with propulsion systems! Heavens above, is Earthling technology actually superior to ours? How are we supposed to deal with something this massive? Engaging a planet with our laser cannons—is this a joke?"

Where there were questions, there were those who sought to persuade Spar. "Great Leader, the Earthlings' technology is clearly beyond ours. We must retreat immediately. The energy crystal mines on Hailang Star are enough to sustain us for millennia. Once we have amassed sufficient strength, we can return to claim the binary stars."

Spar's expression remained unmoved. "Absolutely not! Our intelligence indicates the U-Star race is also eyeing the binary stars greedily. If we abandon this now, the U-Star race will surely profit from our withdrawal. Furthermore, I have already declared it: the Heart of the Cosmos must be ours! Issue my order: all warships abandon the entanglement with the Earth Federation fleet and focus entirely on dealing with that celestial body. Once we bring it down, what capability will the Earthlings have left to fight us with?"

Spar's leadership still held considerable sway. Although junior officers vehemently opposed this seemingly suicidal endeavor, they strictly executed the order. Approximately twenty thousand warships turned to assault the satellite moon. They launched hundreds of thousands of space mines. While these mines were slow, they were more than fast enough for the sluggishly moving moon. Every mine struck its target.

The vacuum of space ignited with spectacular bursts of flame—a breathtaking sight. However, the attack yielded results contrary to the Werewolves' hopes. A thousand kilometers around the satellite moon shimmered an invisible energy shield; the space mines and laser cannon fire were all turned back.

The Werewolves quickly switched to a concentrated attack strategy: high-intensity, saturated bombardment aimed at the moon's energy shield, intending to drive its protective rating to the absolute minimum before shattering it in one blow. What they failed to realize was that the moon's energy shield utilized a segmented, modular design. Even if one section of the shield was breached, it would not affect the overall defensive integrity of the entire satellite—a technology far beyond the reach of the U-Star race or the Werewolves.

Spar watched as the enemy satellite moon stood firm before their relentless barrage, burning like hot coals in his chest. If this behemoth only possessed an energy shield, it would be manageable—they could simply bypass it, or sacrifice some ships to its collision. But if it possessed offensive capability, the situation truly threatened to turn dire.

Spar’s anxiety was soon confirmed. A massive fissure rapidly split open on the satellite moon, clearly identifiable from its appearance as the breech of some enormous weapon. But this weapon was terrifying; scanning determined the caliber of its muzzle to be an astonishing one thousand meters! What kind of weapon was this? Spar felt an unsettling dread, momentarily unsure of how to respond.

Suddenly, a burst of white light flashed from the satellite moon, and a colossal laser beam shot out from the kilometer-wide muzzle. Directly in its path were over two hundred medium frigates. Where the laser passed, there was nothing but emptiness. The beam's temperature was capable of disintegrating any known substance, and its energy reserves were immense, with a striking range exceeding ten thousand kilometers! Not even the rearmost ships managed to escape the catastrophe.

Spar and his surrounding Werewolves were stunned into silence for a full two minutes. Finally, someone cried out, "Let's retreat! Their weaponry is too formidable; we are destined to fail!"

Spar drew his laser pistol and shot the morale-breaking Werewolf dead. He bellowed, "Commit all remaining strength! Move immediately to support An Jia in taking the Earth Federation officials hostage! Once we have them, the Earthlings will surely comply."

A subordinate questioned, "Great Leader, shouldn't we have An Jia’s team devise a plan to neutralize this superweapon first? Otherwise, we are just incurring needless sacrifice."

Spar conceded, "Very well. Establish covert contact with An Jia immediately. I need to know the status of his operation."

As the signal connection was being established, the satellite moon’s super-massive laser cannon completed its energy recharge cycle. This time, its aperture aimed at a Werewolf aircraft carrier—the flagship of the forward battlefield commander, equipped with a powerful energy shield. The giant laser roared again. Where the white light passed, adjacent medium frigates exploded instantly. The aircraft carrier was struck on its stern; even its robust energy shield could not repel a laser of this magnitude. A perfect, circular hole was burned clean through the vessel, and the Werewolf carrier quickly detonated, soon becoming another piece of space debris.

Several Werewolf generals grew terrified. If the energy shields of an aircraft carrier couldn't withstand the enemy's laser, how could they possibly fight on? Furthermore, contact with An Jia remained broken, suggesting serious complications.

One Werewolf pleaded with Spar, "Great Leader, we truly must consider our own safety. Their super fortress is advancing upon us without restraint. Besides that main cannon, it is armed with numerous large-caliber lasers and energy cannons. If we allow it to continue striking, our entire fleet will be annihilated."

Spar's leadership was not without reason for its position. "How can we retreat? Our rear is already surrounded by Earth Federation warships. Our only path to survival is to fight our way through to the vessel An Jia has seized! Issue my order: abandon the siege of those heavy cruisers. All warships are to bypass the satellite moon’s firing zone and rendezvous with An Jia in the direction of the wormhole! Look there—they have virtually no defensive power in that sector. Once we charge through, the Earth Federation fleet will be hesitant, and they will inevitably have to submit to our terms."

Whether Spar’s plan would succeed or not, they truly had no other recourse. If they fell back, no one could guarantee they would break the encirclement. Short of surrender, the Werewolves were genuinely out of options.

Following Spar's command, over twenty thousand Werewolf warships assembled. Ten thousand turned to engage the super fortress, while the other ten thousand strained every effort to push toward the wormhole. The objective was clear: seize the tourist vessel controlled by An Jia, thereby forcing the occupants of the super fortress to comply out of concern for their hostages.

The line of over ten thousand warships stretched across space—a truly magnificent sight. Perhaps the Earth Federation heavy cruisers, unable to endure the Werewolf pack assault, began to fall back, creating a vast open corridor that allowed the ships heading for the tourist vessel to advance more smoothly.

Suddenly, a seemingly unremarkable Earth Federation warship launched a projectile resembling a space mine. The object was not large; judging by its external appearance, its destructive power should have been minimal. Moreover, its aim was disastrously poor, heading directly for a gap between the ten thousand warships. A few Werewolf ships attempted to destroy it with laser cannons as it passed, but it moved with incredible speed and seemed protected by a strong outer energy shield; it sustained no damage and successfully penetrated the fleet's interior.

No one anticipated that this was a terrifying Black Hole Bomb. It detonated at the center of the Werewolf fleet. First, a cloud of black mist rapidly enveloped the armada, then the mist began to rotate, forming a colossal vortex at the fleet's heart. Within seconds, the vortex exerted a terrifying gravitational pull, dragging every surrounding warship into the singularity to be torn apart. In mere minutes, the ten thousand ships vanished without a trace, and the dreadful black vortex spun tighter and tighter until it ultimately disappeared.

This bizarre spectacle shocked Spar to his core. Ten thousand ships—not a minor loss. An entire division vanished because of a single black hole. What unimaginable power was this? At this moment, the Werewolf fleet ceased obeying Spar’s commands. They could no longer maintain any offensive formation; ships scattered in a desperate attempt to save themselves. The effective wolf-pack tactics dissolved, and isolated vessels were no match for the Earth Federation ships. The Werewolf fleet, once boasting a strength of one hundred and twenty thousand, quickly lost over half its numbers.

The vessel Spar occupied was dubbed the "Unbreachable Fortress." At this critical juncture, it found itself face-to-face with the satellite moon. Compared to the immense celestial body, Spar’s fortress was like a single grain of sand in the ocean. In this moment of life and death, the energy crystal mines and the Heart of the Cosmos suddenly became irrelevant. Spar abruptly recalled the demeanor of the Earth Federation officials during their earlier communication; he realized he had been utterly deceived! The treacherous An Jia had betrayed him! They had deliberately concealed the full extent of the Earth Federation’s strength. His underestimation had led him straight into an ambush. Yet, even without the ambush, he knew they stood no chance against their planet-class fortress and that newly deployed mysterious weapon.

Spar’s thoughts turned to escape, as his surrounding generals were already fleeing. The Fortress moved sluggishly. If the enemy's planet-class fortress opened fire, the fortress’s energy shields were unlikely to hold. Escape pods began shooting away from the vessel. Just then, the satellite moon's super-massive laser cannon completed its charging sequence, and a beam of pure energy enveloped Spar’s Fortress. Without hesitation, the Fortress was vaporized by the single shot, and Spar, along with the majority of generals who could not escape in time, perished in the void!