Chapter 191: A Difficult Rescue

The situation was becoming direr.

A constant stream of black flying spacecraft came plunged over from within the floating warship husks around. These drones, created by an alien sentient race, seemed to be specially designed for use in supergravity zones. Their elongated bodies were diamond-shaped, sharp and nimble, with a small rapid-fire cannon affixed to the nose of each.

Rapid-fire cannons were not particularly powerful weapons, but they boasted a very high-rate of fire. In the blink of an eye, Xia Fei and Porter had been submerged in thousands of combat drones. They were like a swarm of black locusts that blotted out the sun.

It was a good thing that the Tomahawk was large in size, able to draw the majority of the overwhelming enemy fire. Otherwise, Old Porter and his Tristan-class frigate would have gone plummeting like a falling meteor.

This situation could not last, for Old Porter’s frigate had already been damaged to the point that he was down to his last frame; it could very well explode at any time!

The Tomahawk was still hundreds of kilometers away from Old Porter’s coordinates, though in the vast expanse of space, it would appear that they were already very close if looked upon with bare eyes, when in fact it would still take Xia Fei at least several minutes to reach him.

The supergravity prevented either side from communicating, and any signal their system received would only be static. Xia Fei was simply unable to decipher just what Old Porter was saying.

The combat drones inside the Tomahawk could not reach in time to provide aid, and they were busy fighting the enemy that numbered over a dozen times their own. The combat drones’ firepower and defense were nothing to scoff at, but the enemy numbers were so overwhelming that a combat drone would