147: We'll face the enemy in person!

"Is there any way to use control-type Spells to lock the rotation and movement of those black spheres?" someone asked urgently.

Everyone immediately began a heated discussion on how to deal with the black spheres.

Even Song Xian's Spells were helpless against the black spheres; for others to injure them was even more difficult than ascending to heaven.

After much thought, the only solution seemed to be splitting the forces:

One group of Cultivators would exert all their power to cast control Spells to restrict the movement of the black spheres; the other group would seize the opportunity to destroy the enemy's warships at any cost.

But this plan carried huge risks.

No one knew how many people needed to cast Spells simultaneously to pin down those strange black spheres, nor was it clear how many of these things the enemy possessed.

But time waited for no one; a decision had to be made immediately!

That massive spaceship was hurtling towards Earth at full speed.

Zhang Sheng rapidly replayed every detail of the battle between Song Xian and the warship in his mind.

Whether it was the scout ships or the combat robots, the strength of these technological creations sent by the Intelligent Machine seemed... barely satisfactory?

With Song Xian's strength, he could even destroy a warship single-handedly.

This meant that the technological level of the mothership itself likely did not exceed the limits of their understanding.

With a thought, he contacted Lord Xiaoling through the star ring and transmitted all the information humans had observed about the spaceship at once.

"Lord Xiaoling, do you think this Intelligent Machine's technological level has reached a Rank 2 Civilization?" Zhang Sheng asked.

Since Earth had been judged as a Rank 1 technological civilization, the existence of Rank 2 or even higher-level entities was almost inevitable.

"Zhang Sheng, that is absolutely impossible!" Lord Xiaoling's response was resolute.

"If it truly had the level of a Rank 2, or even a top-tier Rank 1, it would have long since passed the 'Civilization Assessment.' Why would it need to be a vagrant in the Universe?

For a single Intelligent Machine to evolve into a Rank 2 Civilization, it would require Heaven-Defying Aptitude and a frighteningly long amount of time. Furthermore, even mechanical lifeforms have 'lifespan' limits.

If it really had that potential, it would have completed the assessment long ago."

"To put it bluntly, there is only one reason it has become a wandering civilization—"

"It's trash!"

"Understood, thank you for clarifying, Lord Xiaoling!" A heavy weight lifted from Zhang Sheng's heart, and he immediately turned his thoughts back to how to deal with this "newbie" Intelligent Machine.

At this moment, Hou Wu's Divine Sense transmission sounded in his ear: "Zhang Sheng, everyone has tentatively decided on a plan. Song Xian will lead a team, pulling thirty thousand Divine Breath Realm Cultivators to intercept them one hundred thousand kilometers away from Earth. What do you think?"

Almost simultaneously, Song Xian's transmission arrived: "Zhang Sheng, this time I will bring the spirit ring to be responsible for everyone's spiritual power replenishment and material support."

Around the observation station, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were already assembled and waiting, with an aura of solemn killing permeating the air.

Zhang Sheng's Divine Sense spread out like an invisible tide, striving to memorize every face in his field of vision, whether resolute, nervous, or calm.

Some forced a smile, pretending to be relaxed; some closed their eyes in concentration, their expressions calm; others' bodies trembled uncontrollably, yet their backs were held straight.

Zhang Sheng and Song Xian did not hide the enemy's strength.

This battle concerned the survival of every living being on Earth!

Zhang Sheng's voice clearly entered the minds of every soldier through Divine Sense: "In this battle, I, Zhang Sheng, will accompany all of you!"

"But I ask that you brothers cooperate and treat me as an ordinary soldier!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the morale of the army was greatly boosted!

Song Xian could not hide his astonishment.

He had originally thought Zhang Sheng would stay in the rear, waiting for their vanguard to test the enemy's true strength before acting.

These thirty thousand Divine Breath Realm Cultivators were meant to be a probing attack with the resolve to sacrifice themselves—if they could stall the spaceship, that would be best; if not, they would at least buy time for the main force to analyze countermeasures.

No one expected that Zhang Sheng would go to the front line right now.

Being Divine Breath Realm Cultivators, they instantly understood Zhang Sheng's intention: his request to be treated as an ordinary soldier must have a deeper meaning.

Hou Wu hesitated for a moment before asking via transmission: "Zhang Sheng, is this... too risky?"

"Rest assured, I have my own sense of proportion!" Zhang Sheng's tone was unquestionable.

Hearing this, Hou Wu said no more.

The selected thirty thousand Cultivators agreed in unison and soared into the sky instantly!

Powerful spiritual power fluctuations erupted, stirring up dust that filled the sky.

Song Xian took the lead, holding a giant sword, and transformed into a stream of light, piercing straight into the deep starry sky!

Zhang Sheng quietly merged into the main force, wearing the same standard armor, holding a Rank 2 High Grade dragon horn crushing gold spear, looking completely unremarkable.

However, in the field of vision of Zhang Sheng's True Spirit Pupil, although the "Song Xian" taking the lead wore a storage ring, his true nature was exposed—he was merely a Clone.

"This guy is really cautious..." Zhang Sheng sighed inwardly, truly envious of Song Xian's Clone Talent.

If he had this ability, his original body would definitely be hidden tightly, and he would never show his face even if beaten to death.

The Intelligent Machine spaceship was initially ten million kilometers away from Earth.

At this moment, it was approaching at a terrifying speed of three million kilometers per hour!

Even if the flight path was not straight, it would be at Earth's doorstep within a few hours!

Thirty thousand Divine Breath Realm Cultivators urged their spiritual power to the limit, like a retrograde meteor shower, piercing through the firmament!

The moment they rushed out of the atmosphere, getting rid of air resistance, their speed soared suddenly, and every figure easily broke through twenty times the speed of sound!

Everyone's gaze was locked tightly on the "Xingxing" ahead, which was as small as a speck of dust—that was the massive spaceship.

Although every Cultivator had extraordinary eyesight, the eight-hundred-kilometer behemoth was merely a cold glint in the dark night at such a long distance.

One hour! Two hours! Three hours!

That "cold Xingxing" expanded rapidly in everyone's field of vision, and now it had become the size of a full moon!

Calculating the distance, only the last one hundred thousand kilometers remained between the two sides.

Song Xian (Clone) waved his hand to signal a stop.

Countless spirit beads poured out from his storage ring like a galaxy, flying precisely toward every soldier.

Such long-distance high-speed flight consumed a huge amount of spiritual power, which urgently needed to be replenished.

The soldiers absorbed the spirit beads and swallowed Medicinal Pills one after another, quickly adjusting their state to the Peak.

The spaceship in front seemed to have a tacit understanding, also hovering in the Void Realm simultaneously, falling into dead silence.

The next moment, the hatch on the surface of the spaceship opened wide!

One by one, standard warships roared out like a swarm of bees leaving their hive, rushing fiercely towards the Cultivator formation!

"Attention everyone! Form up! Defensive formation in place!" Song Xian's (Clone) sharp shout resounded through the Divine Sense network.

Thirty thousand people scattered instantly, each occupying their formation position.

Their hands formed seals as fast as phantoms, and layers of spiritual power shields lit up on everyone instantly.

"No, the distance is too far!" Alarm bells rang in Zhang Sheng's heart, and he immediately transmitted to Song Xian privately: "Order everyone to take the initiative and press forward to engage! We must shorten the distance to its mothership!"

Song Xian (Clone) seemed to instantly grasp Zhang Sheng's intention and changed the order without hesitation: "All units, listen! Follow me, charge forward!"

The army started up again, accelerating towards the oncoming torrent of warships!

The tactics urgently drawn up before departure clearly appeared in everyone's mind: how to deal with the warships, how to clamp down on the black spheres, each person's positioning and cooperation...

The scattered light points ahead rapidly magnified, each representing a hideous warship hundreds of meters long.

Its appearance was exactly the same as the first batch that had been destroyed, and the strange black sphere must be hidden inside.

One hundred and thirty-six!

The cold number was branded in everyone's heart.

The distance was closing crazily... one thousand kilometers... five hundred kilometers...

Just at this moment—

One hundred and thirty-six blinding beams of death tore through the pitch-black Universe without warning, arriving in an instant!