Seizing this moment, using the blue light, Ding Canghai quickly turned around, with his back to the shadow's corpse. He then tossed away the Battle Blade in his right hand, raising his right arm high, the camera on the armor's wrist aimed at his helmet, also framing the shadow's corpse behind him.

Click.

"Yes!"

Ding Canghai flashed a V-sign, his face blossoming with a smile.

While sending the photo and all previous battle records to the medium radio station, he looked at the photo himself, secretly satisfied.

"The shot is really good, full marks for clarity."

The air in the armor's cockpit was getting increasingly scarce. His head started to get dizzy.

Still, he had the strength to speak into the intercom system that had fully connected to the medium radio station: "This creature moves very fast, it really is a life form. Its skin is very tough, and it has a strange Energy Shield; ordinary Energy Weapons don't have much effect on it. It looks like it doesn't have a head, but it actually does — it's that triangle above the neck, no nose, but has eyes. I actually didn't fully test all of its combat methods, only managed to this degree. Its invisibility is truly terrifying, if one only relies on… cough cough… relies on previous methods, it's impossible to extract it from cosmic space, only… cough cough… only through a strong flashlight. Hiss... hiss..."

Finally, the air was gone from the armor's cockpit. Ding Canghai started gasping violently, but still couldn't inhale any air, instead only felt gases flowing out from his eyes, nose, and mouth, the pressure inside and outside his body already completely unbalanced.

His eyeballs instantly flooded with blood, his vision showing an entirely red scene. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

But his Sniper Armor did not fall, it just stood here.

He stopped speaking, only gritting his teeth, holding onto the last shred of clarity.

Ding Canghai didn't know how much time had passed, maybe just a brief minute or two, or perhaps as long as a century.

He heard two sounds simultaneously.

One coming from the medium radio station, "Signal transmitting."

The other coming from the ground base station, not Xiao Wang's scream, just a simple beep, indicating the momentary stored energy explosion from the ground base station being destroyed released a large amount of chaotic radio signals.

Ding Canghai suddenly widened his eyes and tried to speak again, but he couldn't do it, as there was no air.

But he immediately thought of a method.

Summoning strength from who knows where, Ding Canghai actually pulled down a semi-hidden microphone from the side and pressed it fiercely against his throat, squeezing out the last remaining air in his lungs, impacting his vocal cords.

He used the resonance between his vocal cords and the microphone, successfully capturing sound and transmitting his hoarse voice outward.

"Another combat unit...hiss...from leaving me here to reaching C1915 ground, its average speed... hiss... is 2000 kilometers per second..."

After saying this, he finally fell silent, only his eyes wide open, blood radiating out from his body and eyeballs in threads.

His face lacked the twisted agony before death, only satisfaction and a gratified smile.

"I've said all that needed to be said, not wasting a single piece of intelligence. My life's been worth it."

The medium radio station also finally sent the ultra-high-power radio signals into the universe.

Carrying the entire conviction of the Third Reconnaissance Army's four million soldiers, the radio waves galloped silently through space, speeding through the massive information interference blocking field created by the Ascenders, traveling at the speed of light toward the Source Star Fleet headquarters.

In a world without information flow, we still have light and electricity.

...

In the asteroid belt 0.0055 light years away from planet C1915, Ren Zhong continued to furrow his brow in deep thought.

Sun Ai's interruption not only failed to free him from the distress of losing resurrection reset ability but rather caused him to fall into new worries and doubts due to events fifteen years ago.

Ren Zhong is truly not a pessimist. He is always resolute and decisive in everything he does, even during the 21st century without resurrection, when he served as a researcher, he was extremely confident, almost to the point of being arrogant, often decisively demanding changes in research direction during costly scientific projects, risking substantial research funds repeatedly, gambling his career more than once, and winning each time.

But this time, the situation is different.

The power comparison between the Source Star Fleet and the Empire is completely disproportionate, leaving his decision-making margin for error very slim.