Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 1105 - 747: Gift! The Path Traveled

After countless bloody battles and breaking through one layer after another of seemingly endless interception nets, Bai E finally piloted his severely damaged yet still resilient "Monster Warship" to the near-Earth orbital area of Mine Star.

However, the sight before him made his heart sink.

The space near the orbit of Mine Star presented an extrely bizarre state.

The physical rules here seed distorted.

The space itself was no longer a uniform darkness but enveloped in a thin layer of constantly changing colored "data fog."

The surface of the planet, the orbital facilities, and even the remnants of battle which should have been clearly visible, beca indistinct within the fog—blurred outlines as if viewed through a fluctuating water surface.

More terrifying was the chaos of perception.

The warship's sensors completely failed here; the radar screen was a snowstorm and aningless gibberish, the optical sensors captured distorted images that intermittently synced.

Even Bai E's own spiritual energy perception was greatly disturbed and suppressed here.

His spiritual energy extended outward, as if trapped in a sticky, noise-filled "information mire," struggling to capture the true situation around him clearly.

Here, the power of the "Electronic Demon" had completely transford the space into an "Otherworldly Space" between reality and virtual.

Physical laws and data logic interweaved, collided, and eroded each other here.

[Warning: Entering high-density data pollution/real-world distortion area. Conventional detection thods ineffective. Physical constants showing unstable oscillation.]

The warship's remnants of local systems, not yet completely eroded, issued intermittent alerts.

Bai E attempted to fly forward, but the warship imdiately got into trouble.

The "data fog" ahead suddenly condensed into several tangible, electrically glowing energy barriers blocking the path.

He attempted to circumvent them, yet the surrounding space unexpectedly collapsed, forming a brief gravitational vortex that nearly sucked the warship in.

He fired at those energy barriers, but the artillery hit them as if entering water; most of the energy bizarrely dissipated or refracted, with only a minimal part taking effect.

Attacks ca from all directions, and without any pattern.

Sotis precise energy beams shot out suddenly from the fog; sotis it was the cutting force field produced by spatial distortion itself; sotis even illusions—seed like enemy warships were attacking, but actually it was a data-projected false target, while the real attack ca unexpectedly from another direction.

Bai E could only rely on his most primitive combat instincts and instant reactions to respond.

He withdrew his spiritual energy, tightly wrapping himself and the warship, trying to resist the erosion and interference on perception this environnt imposed to so extent.

Yet even so, he felt like a man fighting barehanded in thick fog and a rainstorm—unable to see the opponent, unable to hear the sound, only able to passively endure attacks coming from all around.

"Can't see the path ahead... a new strike could erge from anywhere..." Bai E gripped the control stick tightly, cold sweat seeping from his brow.

The warship's shield energy rapidly diminished under the persistent and bizarre attacks, and the newly acquired armor was incessantly adorned with deep scars.

In this "Electronic Demon" dominated territory, his survival relies—"procurent rate" plundering ability drastically weakened—finding it challenging to accurately capture the instant "fragility" of "acquirable units" amidst the opponent's virtual-reality combined, attack instantaneously emitted-absorbed mode.

The situation beca unprecedentedly difficult.

He alone, piloting a makeshift warship, was trapped in an enemy-controlled, rule-distorted crisis.

Every step forward could tread into a deadly trap; every stay a second ant enduring an attack from an unknown direction.

Within the intertwining virtual-real, rule-distorting "Otherworldly Space," Bai E maneuvered his "Monster Warship" assembled from countless battlefield wreckage with difficulty.

Every dodge was like dancing on the knife edge, every counterattack seed to hit a phantom.

Shield energy had long been exhausted, armor engraved with deep cracks, engine emitted a helpless moan.

Just at the mont when an unavoidable, invisible cutting force field ford by spatial distortion was about to strike the "Monster Warship" core engine—

A gentle, pure, untainted milky white glow unexpectedly materialized from the void, like the most loyal guardian, instantly enwrapping the entire warship!

"Hum..."

The cutting force field capable of shredding conventional warship armor collided against this layer of white light, dissolving silently like lting ice and snow.

The white light dimd, broke, and transford into dots of light dust, rging into the surrounding "data fog," as if it never appeared.

Bai E's pupils contracted minutely.

This wasn't the warship's defensive system, nor was it a shield activated by his own spiritual energy.

This light... carried a kind of familiar yet distinctly different aura—warm, resolute, carrying so kind of..."devotion."

"What's going on?" Alarms blared in his heart, but more prominently, puzzles manifested.

In this "Electronic Demon" controlled arena, why did this unknown force with apparent protective intentions appear?

Without waiting for him to ponder deeply, the next wave of attacks arrived subsequently.

Several energy spears ford by the condensation of "data fog," flickering with ghostly blue electric light, shot from three ingenious angles simultaneously, sealing off all escape routes.