Nebula Jellyfish
The ones being hunted were a group of soft-bodied creatures. Their true forms looked like glowing jellyfish, and they moved incredibly fast. With a whoosh through the void, their figures broke through a hundred times the speed of sound.
As spatial ripples spread, they manifested more than a dozen clones, which flew off in all directions.
Atlas Nebula Jellyfish.
Daughter of Kun recognized them. They were a nebula species that inhabited the Atlas Nebula. Although their bloodlines were inferior to those of space species, their special abilities allowed them to thrive in energy environments. Any fleet crossing the nebula that failed to pay protection fees would be devoured by the nebular matter they drove across tens of thousands of astronomical units.
Thus, within the starfield they inhabited, they were practically the local tyrants. Aside from civilized fleets, they dared to provoke anyone.
Judging from the jellyfish's bulging bellies, they had clearly swallowed quite a few high-grade energy stones.
And riding star skiffs and shouting behind them was a group of Calamity Warriors.
These people fought with especially unrestrained ferocity.
Daughter of Kun had seen more than once how these Calamity Warriors took energy beams head-on. Even when half a mechanical face was blown apart, they still blocked their opponents' escape routes.
Even more astonishingly, these people seemed always able to distinguish the jellyfish's clones from their true bodies, steadily tightening the encirclement.
"What a well-coordinated group of warriors!"
Daughter of Kun could not help praising them.
What Daughter of Kun did not know was that, in the communication channel, this group of Calamity Warriors was busy cursing each other out.
"Fuck, you got the location wrong again. Do you have a cursed map or something?"
"Stupid hacker. You're already Tier Three, but you're still useless. You can't even