Three streaks of blacklight shot out from the battleship. The three Ironclad Octopuses instinctively moved to intercept them, but the central shadow merely raised a hand and fired three black energy arrows. Each arrow struck an Ironclad Octopus, halting them in their tracks as they stood frozen in space. A layer of grayish white spread from their heads across their entire bodies.
The three figures approached the Foul Mutation Knight legion. The man in the middle reached into the void with both hands, and the surviving Foul Mutation Knights immediately turned into streams of ghostly light, shooting out from the encirclement of Iron-Armored Cockroaches and Ultralisks. They gathered in his hands and condensed into a black sphere.
The man had long snow-white hair, a wickedly handsome face, one white eye and one black eye, and wore a tattered robe. As he stared at the black sphere in his hand, the pain in his expression was plain to see.
To his left stood a heavily armored knight without a mount. Thick armor covered his entire body, and his fully enclosed helmet hid his face from view. The longsword in his hand radiated powerful energy fluctuations, no weaker than the immortal artifacts wielded by Immortal Emperors of the True Immortal Realm.
To his right was an undead mage holding a staff. At that moment, he was staring at the Nidhogg, and the hatred blazing in his eyes was especially intense!
"Roar! Roar!" Having lost their target, the Ultralisks charged toward the three men of their own accord. The man in the middle remained standing still, while the heavily armored knight to his left suddenly unleashed a wave of frigid power from his longsword. His figure flickered, appearing beside all three Ultralisks at once. With a slash of his sword, he instantly froze