"##￥%￥#%￥#..." Strangely, these warriors of the Dracula Civilization did not attack without a word like the stone golems and the warriors on the mural before them. Instead, they first rattled off a string of incomprehensible gibberish at Ye Luo.
"I'm guessing you don't speak the Barton Civilization's common language..." Language barriers were practically nonexistent across the major star systems of the Barton Civilization. Even if every planet had its own dialect, anyone capable of cultivating their strength to the point of moving mountains and overturning seas could naturally learn the common language issued by the Barton Civilization with ease. However, this race that had been destroyed for nearly ten thousand years clearly had little grasp of this "Mandarin."
Perhaps that string of words from the Dracula warrior's mouth had not been intended as conversation with Ye Luo at all, but rather some sort of death proclamation, like, "Lowly ant, the Lord's glory shall shine upon you..."
Why say that? Because after rattling off that string of words, the Dracula warrior did not wait for Ye Luo's reply and launched an attack directly.
The speaking man was the first to raise his hand. Behind him, thirty-seven other men raised theirs one after another. Their coordination was flawless, like a wave formed by hands in a dance—beautiful to behold.
But here, that beauty was deadly!
"Crackle..." The leader of the Dracula warriors suddenly had his raised right hand engulfed by a cluster of silver sparks. The warriors behind him also had lightning flickering in their hands as they continuously channeled their electrical energy into their leader's palm. The ball of lightning in his right hand grew larger and larger!
"Damn it, Zerglings, attack!" Captain Ye was naturally unwilling to retreat just like that. Even if these Dracula warriors were incorporeal and the