Purple Wing's eyes blazed with madness. He had originally thought that capturing this giant flood dragon would be enough to complete the mission, but he had never expected to draw out a Saint-class being.
The Saint-class being appeared in the sky, still in that ghostly form—grayish-white all over, several tentacles dancing behind him. His immense pressure suppressed heaven and earth alike, and space-time itself seemed to freeze.
If the warships activated their powerful space-time interference, even the battlefield itself might be frozen in space-time.
"Follow me and hold him back!"
Shadowless Blade Emperor shouted deeply. The blade in his hand trembled violently, and black flames ignited along the black saber. He stepped forward and lunged at the Sacred Venerate. At the same time, the four War Emperors—Wind Forest, Purple Lightning, Fire Wielder, and Gray Dragon—attacked together.
"Quick, compress it! Contain the giant flood dragon, then join forces and kill the Saint-class!"
Purple-Wing Blade Emperor activated the communicator and roared excitedly. He had feared encountering a Saint-class being before, but now that he had met one, he wanted to take it down.
"Even if we have to bite, we'll bite off a piece of his flesh!"
His fists clenched tightly as he stared fixedly at the Saint-class being, his eyes red with excitement.
"Seeking death!"
Seeing the five War Emperors charging toward him seemed to enrage the Saint-class being. He let out an angry roar, his eight tentacles whipping through the air as surging energy erupted from his body.
"No, eight of them. The previous records said he was broken and had only five and a half left!" Suddenly, Purple-Wing Blade Emperor stared hard at the display, the excitement vanishing from his face in an instant.
"Shadowless, watch his tentacles! There are eight!"
Without time to think further, he activated the