What the hell?
Daoist Wang nearly couldn't stop himself from making the foreign-soul war puppet sit bolt upright.
Hadn't these guys said they had no time to search for "small individuals" right now?
Why had they suddenly popped up?
They were even playing feints and misdirection against their own side?
Surprised as Wang Jixuan was, he wasn't particularly worried... At worst, they would see through him. Then he could simply lay his cards on the table and tell them he was Black Storm, that he had been eavesdropping on them all along. It wasn't as if the two sides lacked grudges over something this minor.
He spread out his spiritual awareness and investigated the surroundings.
Wang Jixuan quickly discovered that a small group of Pseudo Spirit Slaves had already mixed into the fire support ship beside the Space Carrier. The ordinary crew members aboard seemed unharmed, but a murky aura surrounded the brains of some civilians...
Had their minds been controlled?
Without another thought, Wang Jixuan shifted his consciousness back to his main body and gave Peony a brief order.
Before long, the Space Carrier announced an emergency descent to the surface. The fire support ship infiltrated by the Pseudo Spirit Slaves descended first, while the rest of the fleet began rotating personnel for rest.
Just as Wang Jixuan thought the matter was over, a disturbance appeared near the rear of the Space Carrier.
A faint gray glow swept through the area, and the eyes of over a dozen crew members immediately went vacant.
They walked toward a nearby ammunition depot and opened several wooden crates. The crates should have contained ammunition, but instead, several men and women with nearly nonexistent Psionic Fluctuations emerged from within.
Their faces were expressionless, and faint light flickered across their bodies. It appeared to