The crimson countdown clock above Galactic Wall Street hit absolute zero.
[00:00.]
“Fire!” General Xue Sha’s roar shattered the heavens like an exploding star. “Turn Bullion Tower into molten slag! Teach these peasants what happens when you defy the Usury Syndicate!”
At the front of the armada, three thousand vanguard destroyers opened fire simultaneously.
Three thousand colossal anti-matter beams tore through the void. The concentrated violet energy incinerated the atmosphere, tearing jagged gravitational rifts across the sky. The sheer heat of the barrage vaporized low-flying clouds, turning the air above the commercial district into an inferno.
Down in the streets, millions of citizens shielded their eyes from the blinding glare, screaming in terror as the purple doom descended toward the hospital.
On the star-deck of Bullion Tower, Lin Mo did not flinch for a fraction of a second.
He had already pressed his thumb against his black card, executing the transaction without a microsecond of delay.
