Those massive Disciples began to transform.
Some revealed their true forms in midair. A gigantic beast, crimson and gold from head to toe, stretched across the heart of the void; the width of a single claw rivaled the length of a Spaceship.
With one sweep of its tail, it sent three metal constructs flying at once.
No fewer than several dozen Martial Brothers and Junior Brothers beside him also revealed their true forms.
Kui Niu, for instance, rampaged through the center of the battlefield in his true form. With one stomp, he crushed at least seven small Extraterritorial Being ships, though several scorch marks had consequently been blasted onto his body by light cannons.
This naturally drew cries of regret from the Artifact Forging Hall Disciples.
Yet relying on their sheer size, these Disciples forcefully cleared out a broad open stretch of battlefield. Enemies who had planned to launch ambushes from behind cover were instantly exposed to all eyes.
At last, a trace of panic appeared among the Extraterritorial Beings.
They discovered that no matter what methods they brought out, their opponents could find a countermeasure in the shortest possible time.
Dark beams were refracted off course by a Water Mirror. A warped sphere of light was swallowed in one bite by a white fox with nine tails. The instant a short blade pierced someone's rear shoulder, the ambusher's true form was already nailed through by three Flying Swords.
Every method was answered, every move sealed off.
They had never encountered anything like this.
In the worlds they had invaded before, the invaded side was either crushed by technology, overwhelmed by magic, or suppressed by racial gifts.
But the people before them seemed to have mastered everything at once—and used it even better than they did.
Ling Zhuzi rode the