Not long afterward, Fang Mo locked onto a target: a Level 5 Liquid Metal Warrior.
The man was locked in fierce combat with a Form Transformation Level exotic beast. Neither side could gain the upper hand. Fang Mo controlled the Crimson Sky Ape as it silently approached, then struck at the instant both combatants were exhausted.
He attacked.
One claw pierced through the Liquid Metal Battle Armor, which had already lost most of its power.
The Level 5 Liquid Metal Warrior's corpse fell, but just as it was about to plunge into the magma, it vanished in a bizarre manner.
The Form Transformation Level exotic beast froze, staring blankly at this fellow creature that had suddenly helped it. It seemed confused; this was not its companion.
But the Crimson Sky Ape ignored it.
It turned and slipped into the magma, searching for its next target.
The Mech Warrior squads active across the battlefield suffered greatly. The Crimson Sky Ape appeared and vanished like a ghost, attacking mech squads and Liquid Metal Warriors from every front as it roamed the various battlefields like a phantom of war.
At first, no one noticed. Casualties on a battlefield were normal to begin with.
A Form Transformation Level Crimson Sky Ape was nothing unusual in the Fire Domain. It was an exceptionally widespread species, so no one imagined that a single Crimson Sky Ape had been behind it all.
It was only that, all of a sudden, the battle losses became somewhat excessive, especially among the Level 3 Mech squads.
Fang Mo specifically targeted Level 3 Mechs. Level 1 and Level 2 units could not stir his interest at all. Thus, as the losses mounted, the various legions of the Mechanical Empire sensed that something was wrong.
Inside the Dawn Starship.
Silard frowned deeply.