The Desolate Silence Poison Dragon's enormous body rose into the air. His thirty-kilometer-long form wound like a black mountain range stretching across the horizon as he swam toward the battlefield.
The pressure of a holy realm beast made space itself warp slightly, as though the world were willingly making way for him.
He approached the battlefield without haste, almost leisurely, his enormous slit pupils sweeping coldly over the fighting.
Every War Emperor's heart tightened involuntarily as intense unease welled up within them.
A trace of apprehension flashed through the Sacred Dragon Prince's eyes, only to be replaced by ruthlessness.
The three starships changed course. Three enormous, bizarre black weapons rose from their hulls. They had no barrels, only three hundred-meter metal rods covered in countless golden rings. Those rings were slowly rotating now, rapidly gathering energy.
"What weapons are those? The Mechanical Empire doesn't seem to have anything like them."
Star River studied the strange weapons. His eyes suddenly shifted slightly, and intense unease rose within him.
"Something's wrong. Those weapons feel very wrong to me. They seem terrifying!"
Zi Yue suddenly spoke uneasily.
Star River said gravely:
"Huangji, be careful! Something's wrong with the weapons on those three starships!"
The Desolate Silence Poison Dragon paused briefly, his enormous eyes fixing on the three starships. His massive body drew back, as though preparing to defend himself.
"Target lock complete."
An icy electronic voice echoed inside the starship's command cabin.
"Trying to leave? Too late!"
Coldness flashed through Sacred Dragon's eyes. "First starship, lock on and fire. Pin him down. Second starship, follow up. I want that poison dragon dead! We'll cut off one of Fang Mo's arms first!"
Suddenly, the metal rings on the first starship began spinning rapidly. The gray energy suspended within them shifted from pulsing to violently