Xia Ling Tribe, Supreme Yang Domain.
A constant rustling sounded as two dark figures fled madly through the Flame Tree Forest, heedless of the magma-glowing leaves brushing against their bodies and leaving behind a scorched stench.
Several breaths later, three small warships six or seven zhang long, radiating crimson gold light, sped after them from behind and easily locked onto the two fleeing figures in the forest.
At once, the crimson gold warships to either side accelerated and closed in, shouting:
"You can't escape! Don't resist stubbornly, or else—hmph, you're courting death!"
Before they had finished speaking, the two fleeing figures abruptly swelled, transforming into two hundred-zhang giants with green faces and fangs. They swung their fists at the two crimson gold warships.
Fortunately, the cultivators aboard the crimson gold warships had been on guard against the two cornered dogs leaping over the wall.
As the runes on the warships flashed, two enormous crimson gold nets shot forth. They not only blocked the giants' swinging fists, but also enveloped them completely!
"Ah!"
Miserable screams immediately rang out. The crimson gold nets were not only extraordinarily heavy, but also emitted scorching heat. They seared the giants' skin until it sizzled, igniting crimson gold spiritual flames across their entire bodies.
By the time the third crimson gold warship caught up, the two green-faced giants had already been burned into curled-up husks. They did not move, and their auras had vanished.
"Damn it, we failed to capture any alive again!"
A Human Race youth in golden armor flashed onto the deck and slammed his palm against the rail.
There was not the slightest trace of primordial spirit aura in the two charred corpses trapped beneath the nets. Clearly, the two alien cultivators had already destroyed their Nascent Souls!
"Captain, more and more alien