Projection had an extremely brief adjustment period—really, just an instant.
But that tiny lag was enough. Before the bizarre figures could even make a move, a melodious bell rang out.
In space, sound was almost like an illusion. The truly fatal part was the attack aimed at the soul.
Thirty arms froze in place. At that moment, time seemed to have stopped.
"Fuck..." At the same time, countless gasps echoed from several starships.
"Damn, so many Eight-Armed Star Beasts? Did we hit the jackpot?"
"We're screwed. How the hell are we supposed to fight this? There are four of them!!!"
"Support the Frontline, my ass. We're the real Frontline here..."
Before they had finished gasping, it felt as though someone had seized their throats. "Holy shit..."
"What's that? That's incredible. That phantom... is it an illusion?"
"Not an illusion. It's a magical artifact. Fuck me, I never thought I'd live to see someone use a magical artifact!"
"What do you mean, someone? Call them 'sir'... Do you believe they could kill you with a glare for speaking so disrespectfully?"
"It's growing, it's growing... It's growing again! This is unbelievable!"
Amid the crowd's cries, the seven- or eight-meter bell phantom expanded once more, growing until it stood over a hundred meters tall.
Most people were shocked by the bell phantom. Few noticed a faint white light flash past, faster than lightning.
The lightning instantly pierced through the wounded Eight-Armed Asura's skull.
The Asura convulsed desperately once, then its ten limbs twitched chaotically in the final reflexes of its dying nerves.
It was only during the Federation's later review of the battle footage that they discovered that hidden white light. But that was a matter for later.
However, Qu Jianlei's side all knew that First One had acted. That Nascent Soul Realm