Evidently, Mecha's protective shield was also a form of psychic weapon, and when combined with Wei Lue Shan Ye's scatter cannon, the Mecha fighter now possessed two psychic weapons. Furthermore, with one offensive and one defensive weapon, they far surpassed Master-level fighters equipped with only a single psychic armament.

As soon as Blade saw Mecha's fighter in the optical image, he immediately initiated several emergency evasive maneuvers, fleeing into the distance. Although he had killed Bensa, Blade did not believe he was strong enough to face a Master-level expert head-on.

Quasar's death at his hands was due to many factors. The most crucial among these was Bensa's inability to activate his own fighter in the end; teleporting with the fighter had also drained a significant amount of his psychic energy.

Had it not been for this, the final outcome might have seen a higher probability of his own defeat. He had a fighter and Floating Cannons, while Sheng Sa only possessed a light staff; this disparity was what allowed him to successfully eliminate the opponent.

Even killing Bensa did not alter the fundamental truth that he remained far removed from the Master realm. Now, encountering Mecha, who was stronger than Bensa, and with only two of his Floating Cannons remaining, Blade knew exactly what choice he had to make: He had to call for reinforcements!

In this vicinity, aside from him, there were five other specialized Ghost fighters equipped with Floating Cannons, their pilots all being Yang Ying clones, just like Blade. They were certainly capable of providing assistance; pooling the strength of six fighters would give him the necessary confidence to challenge Mecha.

While escaping, Blade also controlled his Floating Cannons to fire at the pursuing Mecha, hoping to slow him down even momentarily. However, Mecha's evasive maneuvers were far more agile and seasoned than Bensa's.

The two Floating Cannons couldn't stop him for even an instant. His fighter's nose cone flashed with light, unleashing a barrage that scattered in all directions, much like the quills of a hedgehog rolling into a ball.

Yet, the light beams bent and changed direction within that faint crimson halo, as if a hundred iron wires had been forcibly bent, redirecting them all back toward Blade. In an instant, this wide swath of light rain showered down around Blade.

Gritting his teeth, Blade wrapped his psychic energy around his fighter and the remaining two Floating Cannons, teleporting once more to narrowly escape Mecha’s assault. “A mere human, not yet a Master, managing to evade my two attacks is no small feat, but this only makes your death more certain.

For the Legion's dominion over the solar system, perish.” The third wave of attack arrived as scheduled. Blade entered his Blade Emperor state, gripping the control stick so tightly his knuckles nearly cracked.

The blood in his body felt as if it were boiling. Highly concentrated focus and powerful instinct caused him to instinctively pull the stick back; the Ghost fighter tumbled, threading its way through the gaps between the rain of light.

However, Blade suddenly felt a sharp, frantic warning in his heart, muttering, "Bad, too late!" He violently yanked the control stick. Simultaneously, two brilliant beams of light shot toward the Ghost fighter.

One struck the wing, while the other was narrowly dodged by Blade's emergency evasive turn. "Following up the Hammer Scatter Cannon with a conventional weapon snipe?

Indeed, formidable." At this moment, an ugly gash had been punched through the Ghost fighter's wing. Blade activated the self-diagnosis system and discovered that this damage reduced energy circuit supply by ten percent.

This was a significant issue; in such intense evasion, even a one-percent loss in power could be the difference between being hit and missing. Mecha's voice resonated in Blade's mind again: "You've managed to evade this long, exceeding my expectations.

Among the enemies below Master rank I've encountered in battle, you are the best performer. But this is where it ends.

You absolutely cannot escape the next wave—what!” Before Mecha finished speaking, a majestic, imposing net of light suddenly materialized, illuminating the entire battlefield! Enveloped by the beams, Mecha dodged left and right, even resorting to teleportation to evade the majority of the light, but his fighter still took two hits, which were blocked by the protective shield.

The five specialized Ghost fighters had now appeared around the battlefield. Sixty Floating Cannons shot forward like sharp arrows, weaving rapidly, simultaneously emitting intoxicatingly brilliant lines of light while in motion, as if weaving a fabric.

The light beams crisscrossed and overlapped, pressing in on Mecha’s fighter without a single millimeter of empty space. At the same time, Yang Ying’s main soul crossed millions of kilometers to enter Blade’s body.

“Replenish Floating Cannons.” The character ‘Tian’ symbol on his right hand flashed with golden light. Yang Ying summoned ten Floating Cannons from the Floating Continent, loading them into the Ghost fighter's missile bays.

These cannons had not yet been initialized; the Ghost fighter required a dozen seconds to input the fire control programs and identification signals into the chips inside, binding them to this specific Ghost fighter before they could be used. Of course, with five helpers already present, a delay of just over ten seconds could easily be bought.

Having completed this task, Yang Ying’s main soul continued to flow through the other five clones. Because Mecha’s Uranium Scatter Cannon had such a wide and rapid coverage area, a light rain would inevitably destroy a few Floating Cannons, requiring Yang Ying to constantly replenish them.

“None of them have reached the Master realm, yet their skills are so similar. Below the rank of Han, they are rare and exceptional masters.

I’ve never seen such talent anywhere else. How can there be so many?” Mecha was now in a similar situation to Bensa before him, suddenly confronted by events he couldn't comprehend.

This had been rare since his advancement to the Master realm. He weaved through the net formed by the light beams, occasionally retaliating with his Uranium Scatter Cannon, but under the onslaught of sixty Floating Cannons, beams attacked from almost every direction.

When a quantitative change accumulates to a certain extent, it transforms into a qualitative change; similarly, when the density of light beams reaches a critical point, it can become seamless. Mecha distinctly realized that all his avenues of escape were blocked by the light beams.

Even teleporting offered no sanctuary; within his teleportation range, he couldn't find a single clear spot, forcing him to rely on his shield to take a couple of hits to reach an area with sparser light and minimize damage. After several such rounds, Blade returned, bringing the twelve fully prepared Floating Cannons to join the fight.

Six Ghost fighters, seventy-two Floating Cannons, carrying one thousand and eight Uranium Scatter Cannons—under such a dense barrage of light beams, even Mecha struggled to find an area where the beams were sparse. His shield was struck repeatedly, ripples spreading outward.

Mecha realized the situation was developing to his disadvantage. He thought grimly, "This cannot continue.

The shield's energy is depleting, and its use consumes my psychic energy. If I don't break free soon, my psychic energy might be exhausted even before the particles forming the shield are depleted." This was the nature of psychic weapons; they weren't inexhaustible just by a thought.

Their function was to amplify psychic power, using mental energy to manipulate special particles, which then carried energy to amplify the psychic intent beyond its natural capacity. It was like giving a warrior a dagger; wielding the dagger inflicts more damage than fighting bare-handed and can inflict stabbing wounds impossible otherwise.

But wielding the dagger still requires the warrior's strength, and eventually, fatigue sets in. Here, Yang Ying held another advantage: he had one main body and eleven clones.

Only six clones were actively engaging, yet through the channel of psychic resonance, their mental power was shared, multiplying his endurance. Seeing Blade’s fighter return, Mecha had an idea.

Though he didn't know how Blade resupplied the Floating Cannons, the wound on Blade's fighter wing remained, making Blade's fighter the weakest among the six. "It's you!

I'll carve a breach through here first!" Mecha’s tactic suddenly shifted. He stopped dodging and weaving, instead opting to withstand the attack with his shield, turning his fighter directly toward Blade.

Of course, if an overly dense beam attack came his way, he would still employ minimal movements to evade. Simultaneously, Mecha controlled his Uranium Scatter Cannon, locking onto Blade’s fighter in his mind and in the fighter’s targeting system.

Blade acutely perceived that he was being locked onto. Instead of fear, his heart burned with excitement, as if facing a great and glorious challenge.

He couldn't help but transmit telepathically, shouting, "Master Ape Mecha, you won't take me down so easily!" He yanked the control stick, and the fighter executed a sharp turn, evading to the side. Concurrently, Mecha fired his Uranium Scatter Cannon.

At full power, nearly three hundred beams enveloped Blade from all directions—above, below, left, and right. This cannon was significantly more powerful than the one equipped on the unknown Master-level fighter Blade had faced previously.

"Watch me dodge it." Blade teleported twenty meters away with his fighter, simultaneously shaking the craft left and right to slip into a gap between the light beams, letting the initial volley pass. However, only a moment later, he teleported again, barely avoiding a sinister, trailing beam.

"Using the same trick twice, do you think it will work again?" Blade demanded telepathically. "So I kept one more in reserve," Mecha replied, firing his fighter's other conventional Uranium Cannon.

A single, thin beam shot straight toward Blade's cockpit! Swoosh!

Boom! The beam appeared to strike a Floating Cannon?

Due to the urgency, wrapping his entire fighter in psychic energy for teleportation was clearly too late. Therefore, Blade did the opposite: he pulled the nearest Floating Cannon in front of his cockpit as a shield, blocking the straight beam.

At the same time, Yang Ying’s main soul possessed Blade, instantly replacing the destroyed Floating Cannon. Mecha frowned.

Even an attack like that failed to eliminate Blade. He gradually realized that taking revenge for Bensa here might be impossible.

"I must report the situation here to Lord Ong Sa-Lie, so I cannot linger. Today ends here.

When I am unburdened next time, I will kill you and avenge Lord Bensa." Mecha thought to himself, pulling his fighter, engaging his thrusters to maximum, transforming into a streak of light as he flew toward Jupiter. "Chase!" The six Ghost fighters immediately pursued Mecha’s wake.