"Commander-in-Chief! Wang Zheng is charging toward the D7 War Zone border!"
"He hasn't changed course, and he's not responding to calls!"
"Commander-in-Chief, Ling Tong reports that Wang Zheng is still in a muddled state and can't control his Slaughter Desire!"
Aboard Fu Jian's space carrier, the vast Command Center suddenly fell deathly silent.
Everyone in the Command Center had witnessed how, over this period, Black Storm had devastated Blade Beast Lairs one after another, slaughtering Blade Beasts until they scattered in disarray.
And now, Black Storm was charging straight toward the human Military Fortress without looking back. It was expected to reach the vicinity of the fortress in half an hour.
The out-of-control Black Storm might directly slaughter every human inside that fortress.
Just like he had slaughtered those Blade Beasts.
The various human factions that had been watching the spectacle and celebrating Black Storm's tremendous achievements...
Found themselves unable to laugh anymore.
Faced with the many abilities Black Storm had displayed—evasion techniques, devouring souls, and more—not only did the Blade Beasts lack sufficient countermeasures; they had none either!
Among Psionic creatures of equal rank, a humanoid creature was several orders of magnitude more threatening than a gigantic beast!
According to the simulation calculations conducted by the D5 Supercomputing Center, they needed at least five SS-Class Psionicists—or one particular Spiritual Practitioner—to have any chance of pinning down the rampaging Wang Jixuan.
But everyone understood;
The SS-Class Psionicists of the Psionic Capital would never risk sacrificing themselves to stop Black Storm;
And the only Spiritual Practitioner capable of stopping Wang Jixuan, Number Five Amina, had already lost contact.
Amina was heading for the Ancient Civilization Ruins, searching for a solution.
On the massive screen above the command console, the blue dot representing Wang Jixuan flickered rapidly.
"It's the Blade Beasts!"
Dongfang