The battle reached a fever pitch in an instant.
Baroque swung his blade in sweeping arcs, every strike wreathed in demonic flames that threatened to burn everything away.
Morse moved like a phantom, striking wherever the formation was weakest.
Camille lounged in midair, toying with the Void Shuttle. Every so often, he flicked a finger, and a Space Rift exploded open among the Human Race fighters, throwing them into chaos.
The power of the Divine Artifacts far exceeded anything they had imagined.
Even suppressed by the world's will, the World Burning Demonic Blade's flames could still sear the Divine Soul. A cut from the Ghostly Daggers meant death by poison, while the Void Shuttle was all but impossible to guard against.
In just three minutes.
Seven Human Race fighters were dead, and eleven were gravely wounded.
The Purple Lightning shield had long since shattered. Su Zhengdao's Battle Armor was damaged, and a gash on his left shoulder ran deep enough to expose bone. Blood streamed from it.
Yet he still stood at the very front. Wherever he pointed his spear, not one person retreated.
"No matter how many ants gather, they're still ants."
Baroque shook the blood from his blade and sneered.
"Enough. I'm done playing. Camille, seal this area off. Don't let them escape. Morse, take them alive—especially their leader. He should be a valuable catch."
Camille yawned and tossed the Void Shuttle into the air.
It rose, silver light bursting from it, and became a vast spatial cage that sealed off the entire sea area.
Morse flashed forward again. This time, his target was Su Zhengdao.
A dagger gleaming with sickly green poison stabbed straight for his throat!
Su Zhengdao gritted his teeth, ready to burn his very essence and meet the attack head-on—
Hum!
A silver ripple