The summons to the Floating Continent were not limited to just troops; since E's emergence was orchestrated within a technological sphere, there was no reason why a single Iodine missile could not be summoned independently.

However, even after summoning the Zan missiles, a specific control apparatus was required to operate them, which is why Yang Ying wore the pair of gloves he had on.

The Research Institute had integrated the missile's control system into these gloves using powerful technology. When in use, one simply needed to put them on and manipulate them with hand movements, which would automatically lock the missiles onto their targets.

After Yang Ying mentally called for the summoning of Boron missiles, an invisible flash of golden light erupted, and thousands of Boron missiles appeared simultaneously in the void, arranged in a fan shape. They ignited instantly and, guided by the gloves, transformed into waves, flying toward their respective targets!

The Ancient Legion's warships detected the missile signals and immediately unleashed a torrential downpour of interceptor missiles to block the path of the Boron missiles.

Some of the Iodine missiles were intercepted, but the majority—about seven or eight hundred—still struck their targets.

In an instant, a violent electromagnetic pulse erupted, distorting the void as shockwaves visibly radiated across cosmic space.

It was the spectacle of a thousand missiles detonating simultaneously, nearly depleting the Floating Continent's entire inventory.

Concurrently, inside hundreds of the Ancient Legion's warships, electrical sparks ignited in a chain reaction, causing all electronic equipment to instantly fail—power systems, weapon systems, life support systems—every system was utterly destroyed.

It wasn't just the warships; the fighter jets protecting them were also struck by the shockwaves. Furthermore, both the Earth Army and the Ancient Legion had a habit of not closing their hangar doors after deploying fighters. Consequently, any fighter jets still inside the hangars that were powered up also seized up.

In that brief moment, the balance of offense and defense completely reversed.

The battlefield seemed to pause for an instant. Everyone who witnessed this wave of attack was profoundly astonished by the result.

Inside the bridge of the Laurel, Loyd was frozen like a stone Buddha, not a flicker of expression on his face, as if what he saw on the visual feed and detected on radar was nothing more than an illusion.

Although neither Yang Ying nor General Hans had informed him who launched the attack, Loyd's mind, at the moment the assault began, immediately guessed it was the work of the Terran Mercenary Group, as only they possessed the technological prowess that even the Caesar Group admired so highly.

He began to regret the assassination attempt; perhaps he should have waited longer, waited until he fully understood the Terran Mercenary Group's true strength before making a move.

Old Locke, though less emotionally volatile than Loyd, was nevertheless deeply excited by such a magnificent display of attack, murmuring to himself, "What kind of attack is this? Who launched it?"

Inside the bridge of the Coalition flagship, the St. Paul, Saint Ladislaus understood after a moment of thought that the Caesar Mercenary Group lacked such capability, otherwise they wouldn't have been suppressed by the Coalition in the asteroid belt for so many years.

Sitting solidly in the captain's chair, he mused aloud, "Is this the military and technological strength of the Terran Mercenary Group? Displaying power so exaggeratedly—is this meant to intimidate family members or some other faction?"

On the bridge of the No. X vessel.

"What a spectacular sight!"

At this moment, the Blade had returned to Yang Ying's main body; he had swapped back with Blade after initiating the attack.

"I wonder if Loyd understood my warning. This attack was meant not only for the military but the Caesar Group was also one of the intended targets." Yang Ying had not forgotten the assassination attempt against Blade. Perhaps Loyd believed it would be seamless, but once discovered, he should be prepared to pay the price.

Putting on this grand spectacle for the Caesar Mercenary Group served two purposes: besides securing the two space cities that would soon be his, a large part of it was to ensure the Caesar family made a rational decision when he directed his retribution toward them.

"Contact the DeGrasse. I want to see if they will now admit that we have demonstrated the military power of a Super Mercenary Group." After achieving something so monumental, Yang Ying felt a surge of desire to show off.

General Hans appeared on the main screen, his expression akin to seeing a ghost. The moment he saw Yang Ying, he exclaimed, "What in the world is this?"

General Hans was usually a very steady man, but it was understandable that he was momentarily flustered when faced with something beyond common sense.

Yang Ying was utterly composed, smiling slightly, "Isn't this quite simple? The Terran Mercenary Group has fulfilled the terms of our agreement by dispatching its main force for a Super Mercenary Group level offensive. General, are you satisfied or not?"

Hearing this, General Hans's mind began to reel. An offensive capable of crippling the main fleets of two half-Ancient Legions—could this truly be called a Super Mercenary Group level assault?

If Super Mercenary Groups operated with this level of execution, what need was there for a regular army?

"Sat-satisfied," General Hans instinctively glanced at Master Yan Da beside him and nodded slightly. Although he had long considered the true strength of the Terran Mercenary Group to be Pandora's Box, he never expected a single sortie to inflict such severe damage on the Ancient Legion.

"Then please, General, continue to lead us in defeating the Ancient Legion's pursuers. If they want to consume us, we shall consume them instead. You need to hurry."

Yang Ying stood up and bowed slightly. "However, since Your Excellency is satisfied with our actions, I believe I can consider that our Group has fulfilled its obligations under the agreement. The subsequent battle should be handled by the three heavy cruisers here."

"You are correct," General Hans, seasoned by decades of conflict, quickly composed himself. "However, where is your main force? Why did we not detect them?"

Yang Ying shook his head. "The main force withdrew after launching the offensive. I cannot disclose their whereabouts, nor can I tell Your Excellency how they managed to evade all radars to arrive here. I apologize."

General Hans paused, contemplating how formidable the Terran Mercenary Group's main force must be if they simply departed like that. He felt an urge to retain them. "Couldn't your main force assist us in finishing this battle before leaving?"

Yang Ying shook his head. In truth, there was no main fleet; it was Blade alone who launched the Boron missiles, and now the missile reserves were almost depleted. Launching another similar offensive was impossible, so how could he agree?

"Very well, it is decided then." General Hans knew time was precious on the battlefield, and seeing Yang Ying's firm refusal, he wasted no more time. He nodded. "Communication ended."

After ending the communication, General Hans immediately ordered, "Full army charge! Engage them in close combat within one hundred kilometers!"

Although the Earth Army fighters had been momentarily paralyzed by the Boron missile explosions, the pilots quickly recovered.

When they discovered that the Ancient Legion's warships were all disabled, they instantly poured in two hundred percent of their combat enthusiasm and charged back into the enemy fleet.

This time, there was no harassment from the Ape fighters, and the ground-to-air weaponry had also been heavily damaged by the Iodine impact. Only sparse uranium light beams were emitted, utterly incapable of forming a barrage or stopping the pilots' breakthrough.

Under their full assault, warships were sunk one after another, each sinking met with cheers over the public channel.

The Ancient Legion fighters within the main battle cluster were not hit by the Boron missiles. They were mixed in dogfights with the Earth Army fighters. Yang Ying did not want to accidentally harm friendly forces.

However, due to communication jamming, most of these Apes didn't even know their fleet had been attacked. They were fighting individually like scattered sand within the battle cluster, seeking targets among the Earth Army fighters.

It had to be admitted that the average skill level of the Ancient Legion fighter pilots was indeed superior to humans; the Apes held the upper hand in the main battle cluster. For higher-tier Apes, even without mutual contact, their combat capability was incomparable to human pilots.

After a few minutes, to assist the Earth Army fighters in the main cluster in overwhelming the Apes, the escort fleet of the rear guard—a total of over six hundred destroyers and frigates—first charged into the battle cluster, activating all their anti-air cannons and blasting toward the Ancient Legion fighters!

The Psychic Masters' fighters followed suit. Their targets were the high-tier Apes within the battle cluster, though they showed no mercy when ordinary Apes blocked their path.

Next, the main fleets of the Twelfth Fleet and the Mercenary Corps arrived before the battle cluster and launched an attack on the Ape fighters inside.

Most of the Ape fighters also perceived the warships as better prey than the fighters, flocking toward the capital ships to overwhelm them.

Yang Ying also dispatched most of the Ghost fighters to protect the vicinity of his three 'face' warships, destroying any approaching Ape fighter on sight.

Blade was deployed again; whenever a high-tier Ape beyond a certain rank appeared that the Ghost fighters struggled against, Blade stepped in to resolve the threat.

It seemed everything was progressing toward a favorable outcome.

The rear guard, far from being annihilated, actually showed signs of destroying the Ancient Legion's pursuers.

As the rear guard fleet closed in on the Ancient Legion's pursuit force, the accuracy of their railgun fire improved constantly, occasionally sinking a Tyrannosaurus-class heavy cruiser or even a Dragon King-class battlecruiser.

Under the attack of the Boron missiles, the Ancient Legion had only a few remaining ship cannons capable of firing. The disparity in firepower was immense; the rear guard fleet could fire ten hammer-beam pulses for every one the Ancient Legion could return.

However, the Ancient Legion was unwilling to simply wait there to die; they made a final countermove.

As the two fleets approached, observers noted that nine ultra-high-speed fighters broke out from the enemy formation. Their speed was immense, far exceeding human tolerance limits—clearly, they were Master-level pilots!

The nine Ape Masters from these two half-fleets launched a simultaneous decapitation strike!