The pitch-black space battlefield was scarred and battered, its void choked with unscattered tides of spiritual power that formed gorgeous, ethereal "cloud clusters."
Countless jagged fragments of wreckage drifted aimlessly through the vacuum, and every so often, a human body, frozen solid like an ice sculpture, floated past in the deep expanse.
In barely half a day, of the dozens of slightly smaller Huaxia warships, only a small fraction still managed to hold the line.
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