Across the surface of the enormous blue sphere, thousands of blue particles spun at high speed. Amid the blue radiance floated an upper body even more imposing than that of a High Templar, while its lower half was a swirling mass of blue energy...
The moment the Archon appeared, he fiercely pointed his right arm at Ye Meng. "Die!" he roared. With that single word, thousands of particles shot forth one after another like arrows.
Those blue particles were merely fist-sized, each trailing a blue tail of light four or five meters long. Compared with ion shields and psionic blades, they seemed far less conspicuous. Yet the instant they came hurtling toward him, Ye Meng's skin tightened all over.
This was... the feeling of danger. Those particles could deal him fatal damage.
"Whoosh!" With a tap of his right foot, Ye Meng unleashed his frenzied speed and sprang hundreds of meters to the side in an instant. Yet when the particles reached his former position, they did not continue onward. Instead, they turned and pursued him like tracking missiles.
"Damn it, they're tracking missiles!" Ye Meng cried out strangely. It was already too late to dodge again. Though the particles' initial speed was not fast, they accelerated as they flew. Ye Meng flickered, splitting into eight clones that fled in eight different directions.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." The blue particles rapidly caught up and pierced straight through four of Ye Meng's clones from behind. Neither his armor nor his carapace offered the slightest resistance.
Before the eight clones had even fled a thousand meters, they were all wiped out. Ye Meng's true body was also blasted backward again and again by over a hundred particles. He continuously blocked with his claws, but every impact from those particles was even more violent