Venerable Culing

Chapter 629: Venerable Culing

"Go!"

Without even a moment to spare for their uncaptured kin or the teammates still pinned to the space debris, the three King-level fighters who had teleported away prepared to teleport again. Their first jump of ten million kilometers had only been a test to gauge the situation, but they hadn't expected Guen to swat them down one by one, instantly extinguishing any further thoughts of resistance. Even the Yanuota Race King-level fighter, who held a heavy treasure mace, was left bewildered.

They were all wielding heavy treasures, so how could the gap in strength be this massive?

The Immortals of the Jumu Race finally arrived, and as these King-level fighters prepared their second teleportation, they didn't hesitate to lock down the space.

There was a reason they hadn't reached the battlefield immediately. The hundred alien King-level fighters were not a disorganized mob; the Yinshou Race and Yanuota Race had been willing to deal with Guen, so the others were naturally happy to oblige, harassing the Jumu Race King-level fighters just enough to keep them from interfering with the battlefield.

Who could have foreseen that the situation would change so rapidly? Once Guen unleashed his power, the hundred alien King-level fighters had no intention of resisting, flowing away like water as they began to flee. Only then were the Jumu Race King-level fighters able to interfere in the battlefield where Guen was located.

Though it takes time to describe, everything happened in an instant.

From the moment Guen flew toward the eight King-level fighters to their defeat, the speed was inconceivable. Now, the three remaining King-level fighters still wanted to escape; with their abilities, teleporting a distance of one or two light-years was effortless.

But just as they prepared for their second teleportation, the Jumu Race's