Chapter 61: The Power of Divine Art (Additional Chapter)

Above the skies of Starvault City, the broadcast from the mecha resounded once more—this time, a final ultimatum:

“This is your last warning! Release the Earthlings you’ve detained immediately! Otherwise, we will show no mercy—Central Temple and every city will be utterly destroyed!”

The thunderous announcement split the heavens, echoing through every corner of the land.

The Six Divine Attendants had just stepped out of the Central Temple when they heard the broadcast; fury burned in their hearts.

“These aliens dare to threaten us like this? Do they really believe themselves invincible just because our master isn’t intervening?” Yang Sa, whose temper was always fiery, seethed with dissatisfaction—the resentment kindled by those five in the Celestial Pavilion had yet to be unleashed, and now he was more than ready for action.

“Their technology is indeed highly advanced; for Skydome Star, there’s no means of direct confrontation,” Ye Wu analyzed coolly, before addressing the others. “Our master sent us out first precisely to temper us.”

“Exactly. Maybe it’s time we showed them what we’re capable of.” Ye Lian was about to take off, but Su Xiaoyi stopped her, turning to Lin Luan. “Lin, apart from these mecha, do they have any other hidden fighting forces?”

Lin Luan possessed the strongest perception among the six. Her senses could nearly envelop the entire supercontinent—albeit indistinctly—but if she narrowed her focus, a small area would become crystal clear in her mind.

“For now, I haven’t detected anything. Only these mecha in the sky.”

“And I sense that, somewhere in space, there are several massive shadows—perhaps their ships,” Lin Luan reported with closed eyes, carefully attuned to her surroundings.

Su Xiaoyi nodded, then said to Qu Shixin, “Qu, if they try to break through, we’re counting on you.”

Qu Shixin smiled with utter confidence. “Don’t worry. We six inherited our master’s power—defeating them will be no trouble!”

…

Meanwhile, inside the temple, Yao Yuan and several others found a window.

They looked out at the mecha hovering in the sky, their hearts weighed down with anxiety.

In orbit, the vanguard ship’s monitors also captured their images—worry and fear written plainly on their faces.

“There’s Professor Yao and the others—they seem unharmed!”

“What a stroke of luck, in the midst of misfortune.”

“They must be imprisoned. We have to act now—begin rescue operations immediately!”

Alibert keenly noticed Yao Yuan seemed to be speaking, and quickly gestured to Natasha. “Natasha, analyze Professor Yao’s lip movements—he’s trying to send us a message.”

Natasha nodded, activating the lip-reading translator, and repeated Yao Yuan’s words:

“The high priest and divine arts of Skydome Star are extremely dangerous—evacuate at once!”

Those aboard the ship exchanged glances, confusion written across every face.

Skydome Star’s technological level was far behind theirs—what possible danger could there be?

“Is Professor Yao so panicked he’s lost his wits?”

“Or perhaps they’ve suffered unimaginable torment.”

On the screen, Professor Yao Yuan continued his warning, voice hoarse and urgent.

“No matter what, Earth’s civilization will never abandon a single one of its own!” Major General Lu Hongfeng’s face was resolute. The instant he saw Professor Yao, he issued a decisive order: “Lock onto Professor Yao’s location immediately—prepare for extraction!”

At his command, ten armed mecha above Starvault City descended like raptors, diving straight for Yao Yuan and his companions.

But in that instant, the Six Divine Attendants rose to intercept the diving mecha almost simultaneously. At the mere sight of them, the people of Starvault City erupted in excitement.

“Look! The High Priest’s disciples!”

“Those mecha may be powerful, but they’re no match for the might of divine arts!”

Above the city, the Six Divine Attendants soared skyward with breathtaking speed—their forms graceful and swift, as if one with the air itself, ascending straight into the heavens.

The spectacle left the mecha pilots and the vanguard crew dumbstruck, jaws agape, eyes wide with disbelief.

“How is this possible?! They’re flying unaided—no equipment detected at all!”

Before their very eyes, the six soared freely through the sky without any visible support, defying all known physical laws.

Then, something even more astonishing occurred.

A light flickered in Qu Shixin’s palm. With a casual wave of his hand, a lightning chain roared forth like a furious dragon, striking at the plummeting armed mecha.

With a thunderous crash, several mecha were struck by the immense current, their hulls erupting in blinding arcs of electricity.

The mecha, caught in the storm, resembled fireworks in broad daylight—brilliant, yet fleeting.

Their metallic shells, battered by the lightning, smoked and sizzled before losing power, spiraling down toward the ground.

The pilots scrambled to engage their escape protocols, ejecting from their doomed machines.

In mid-air, they deployed compact exoskeletal flight units, gliding slowly away from Starvault City.

The crippled mecha, now out of control, hurtled toward the city below—but just before they could smash into the urban sprawl, an invisible force caught them, lifting the wrecks gently and setting them down in an open field.

Looking up, the crowd realized it was Yang Sa who had seized the falling mecha, preventing their catastrophic impact.

In that moment, the Six Divine Attendants descended like figures from myth, effortlessly shattering the Earthlings’ mechanical creations with powers beyond comprehension.

A heavy, incredulous silence filled the command room of the vanguard ship.

It was as though time had stopped for the crew—this reversal defied all their expectations.

How was this possible?

Analysis showed that the lightning had manifested instantly in Qu Shixin’s palm, as if a powerful electric field had been conjured from thin air, then discharged to produce thunderbolts.

The magnitude of light and heat far exceeded any natural lightning—if a spark was a candle, this was a volcanic eruption.

They had been certain Skydome Star’s science lagged by millennia—a disparity as great as fire and steel. In their eyes, this battle should have been a rout—modern weapons overwhelming primitive blades.

Yet reality, with cruel irony, had turned their predictions upside down.

Those they deemed weak had displayed power beyond their wildest imagination, crushing their armed mecha with ease.

The scene, both dreamlike and brutal, unfolded before them.

Despite his shock and confusion, Lu Hongfeng, as the ship’s commander, knew he could not afford to lose himself to bewilderment.

He forced himself to regain composure, and broke the silence of the command center.

“Launch the attack immediately! We cannot allow them to succeed!”