Instantly, Yang Ying's psionic power transformed into an irresistible lightning bolt, the blinding glare illuminating the pitch-black sky of Callisto, simultaneously enveloping an area of five hundred meters around Kordemi.

Yang Ying’s current psionic strength was tens of times that of an ordinary Protoss High Templar, meaning his psychic storm was naturally far more potent than theirs. The moment the pale yellow fighter jet touched those thunderbolts as thick as water pipes, a layer of its surface instantly vaporized.

The metallic fighter, within this lightning-charged space, stood out like a lightning rod; even in ordinary thunderclouds, aircraft are struck. How much more so in this domain completely shrouded by a psychic storm.

Three Ape Master-level fighter jets in the distance immediately recognized the danger; their trajectories bent sharply as they moved to provide support, but the three Psionic Masters present had all spotted an opportunity, pouring all their skill into restraining their respective opponents.

At this moment, electric sparks continuously erupted from the control panel before Kordemi. The electrical flashes danced across the instruments with sharp pop-pop sounds, while grayish-black smoke billowed up from the console, the acrid smell of burning indicating the internal circuitry had been fused.

Kordemi himself was taking the brunt of the electrical impacts. The intense energy made the dense hair covering his body stand straight up, transforming him into a magnificent lion—except a lion with an ape’s face, which gave him a somewhat comical appearance.

“The attack power of this lightning is immense. It’s practically a Master-level spell; how can it be wielded by this human quasi-Master?”

Kordemi was instantly enraged and deeply bewildered, yet his reaction remained swift. Wasting no time eliminating the static clinging to his body, he summoned a pure crimson barrier with his psionic energy to repel the lightning attacks.

He was, after all, a Master-level expert. Even while injured, he could extract the full performance and remaining potential of his fighter jet. While dodging the attacks from the Guardian Turrets, he retaliated towards the source of the beams with his Uranium Scatter-shot Cannon, all while clumsily trying to break out of the lightning-shrouded area.

He managed to thrust out only a short distance before the beams forced him to change direction. Nearly three hundred beams, continuously firing from every conceivable tricky angle from all directions, were enough to consume his entire focus. Furthermore, his pale yellow fighter had already sustained damage within the psychic storm, significantly reducing its performance. Even utilizing its remaining potential to the fullest, he couldn't punch through such concentrated fire.

However, relying on a Master-level expert’s foresight, he stubbornly pressed closer to the electrical discharges.

“Kordemi, today is the day you die!”

Blade transmitted his intent to kill via telepathy, simultaneously launching another psychic storm that engulfed Kordemi’s chosen breakthrough vector!

“I will not die, not at your hands,” Kordemi’s voice grew louder. “A Legion Master does not perish at the hands of a Terran who is not a Master!” A fierce obsession, mingled with undying hatred for humanity and the arrogance of his Master status, flooded into Blade’s mind with that roar.

Following this shout, Kordemi’s fighter flickered, instantly teleporting ten meters away to try breaking through in a different direction.

Beams struck his psionic barrier intermittently, while the electrical discharges of the psychic storm never ceased their assault. Just as the energy of one psychic storm subsided, Yang Ying launched another supplementary one.

Watching Kordemi weave through the scorching electric glare and the dense net of light beams like a slippery fish, Blade couldn't help but utter a word of admiration, “Even now, he has dragged this into a war of attrition. Master-level experts are truly formidable.”

At this point, Kordemi’s spirit began to flag. Because the pale yellow fighter jet possessed only the Uranium Scatter-shot Cannon as a psychic weapon, and the pure crimson barrier was maintained solely by his personal psionic energy, unenhanced by any psychic weapon—pitting it against the beams from the Guardian Turrets was like meeting a knife blow with bare flesh. His psionic reserves depleted frighteningly fast.

Kordemi’s evasive maneuvers gradually grew sluggish. Even when he foresaw the path to safety within the currents of time, he lacked the strength to take it. He was struck simultaneously by three beams, and the pure red psionic barrier began to fade, turning pale red. Kordemi’s expression finally changed, and he urgently cried out, “Not good!”

Three beams converged; although blocked by the barrier, the impact caused the fighter to shudder, disrupting the subtle balance it maintained during flight, preventing a pre-planned turn from executing in time.

This chain of causality triggered an avalanche of consequences. Beams fired from every angle struck the pale red barrier in quick succession. In less than half a second, a total of over thirty beams pierced straight through, silhouetting the pale yellow fighter against the backdrop of electrical light and blasting it to pieces in mid-air!

An intensely blinding white light, brilliant as a sun, erupted overhead. After lasting a moment, the radiance gradually receded, leaving behind a massive fireball slowly descending toward the ground.

Within a hundred-kilometer radius, every member of the Terran army observing the live broadcast through optical feeds—from officers to soldiers—erupted in cheers.

“Huzzah!” “We got him!” “That damned Ape, one Master finally dead!” “I’m going to pick up a piece of his bone and place it before my son’s tombstone.” “Rot in hell, and repent before the souls you wronged over the years!” “This time, we must make these ugly Apes understand that Terrans will be victorious!” “What’s one Master! The world won’t know peace until the entire Ancient Legion of Apes is wiped out!”

In the two Ghost fighters, listening to the cacophony transmitted through their headsets, Yang Ying and Blade simultaneously thought, Kordemi, he’s not dead yet!

Beneath the massive fireball, within the black mist, a sharp point suddenly jutted out, as if something was trying to burst forth from the smoke. The point stretched long, and a dark shadow detached itself from its tip, plunging toward the ground. As the dust and smoke enveloping the shadow dissipated, Kordemi’s bloodied, nearly shattered, pathetic figure was revealed.

The two Ghost fighters naturally pursued.

Kordemi could still utilize teleportation. His form blinked through the air, rapidly closing in on the surface. With a maneuver, his descent rate sharply decreased, and his two feet gently touched the ground.

Callisto’s surface was a terrain composed of rocky and icy mountains, punctuated by impact craters. Kordemi had clearly plotted an escape route while airborne and was teleporting directly toward a high mountain.

The twenty-one Guardian Turrets dove toward him from the sky at high speed, their combined total of two hundred and ninety-four Uranium Scatter-shots firing as if plowing the earth. A wall of beams advanced straight toward him.

However, freed from the burden of the fighter jet, Kordemi’s teleportation speed was several times faster. The footwork of a Master-level expert was already extraordinary—the distance of a thousand li shrunk to a step. The beams from the Guardian Turrets could keep pace with him, but the turrets themselves could not catch him.

Nearly three hundred beams pursued Kordemi, carving deep ravines into the ground. Where the beams passed, they left behind a complex, crisscrossing pattern. In his hand, Kordemi gripped a silver light sword. A minority of Apes, about one-fifth of the total higher-ranking members of the Ancient Legion, utilized light swords, and Kordemi was one of them.

Amidst the sweeping beams, Kordemi dodged where possible, and where he could not, he used his light sword to reflect the Uranium Scatter-shots. Even while running and swinging his blade, Kordemi’s movements showed no sign of error, as if the bloody footprints left beneath his feet and the specks of red blood splattering from his sword were someone else’s.

Even Yang Ying, attacking from behind him, sighed at the sheer resilience: “To become a Master-level expert, one must truly not be ordinary!”

Finally, Kordemi successfully escaped into a cave located halfway up a rocky mountain. This mountain averaged about five hundred meters in height and stretched for tens of kilometers, offering complex terrain unfavorable for large formations. The Guardian Turrets were forced to hover outside the cave entrance.

Yang Ying was determined to take Kordemi’s life today, especially since Kordemi was now at the end of his tether—the perfect opportunity to strike. Thus, Yang Ying unhesitatingly piloted his Ghost fighter to the cave mouth. Blade followed close behind him, and both opened their cockpit canopies and leaped to the entrance.

Of course, before doing so, they had employed the invisibility technique inherited from the Dark Templars.

Both the fighters and their figures were cloaked in invisibility, preventing the Ape Master-level fighters engaged in high-speed aerial combat from taking advantage of their exposed position.

Setting the Ghost fighters to autonomous cruise mode, Yang Ying and Blade entered the cave. Yang Ying retrieved two invisible light swords from the Floating Continent, handing one to Blade. Blade took it without a word. Since they were essentially one being—both being Yang Ying—no verbal communication was necessary.

The layout of this cave was simple: a straight path leading to a dead end. Yang Ying and Blade quickly found Kordemi at the far end, his back to them.

“Truly outstanding invisibility mastery. To be cornered by invisibility, despite being an adept myself—it is quite ironic,” although pushed to the brink, Kordemi’s voice held no hint of dejection, remaining fully spirited.

His wounds had already scabbed over, revealing a powerful physical recovery capability.

“Is this your last testament?” Yang Ying inquired.

“No. It is a declaration of victory. My fighter is destroyed, and I cannot contend with the fighters you pilot. I could only choose terrain inaccessible to aircraft to lure you in. And then…” He slowly turned around.

“And then?” Yang Ying and Blade assumed fighting stances.

“And then, with my swordsmanship, I will eliminate both of you here!” Kordemi’s figure vanished with a flicker, leaving behind only a disturbance in the air. Instantly, a flash of silver light appeared; his silver light sword, like a burst of electrical discharge or a roll of silver silk, struck before Yang Ying in an instant.

The power, angle, and momentum of the silver light sword were perfectly integrated, clearly not controlled by psionic energy, but held firmly in his hand. Kordemi had used the invisibility technique!