Chapter 414

Koradma was fretting restlessly in its own lair, while the incarnation it had spent many years painstakingly forging was fighting Sui Xiong to the death within the demon star "Wormwood."

Or rather, it was fighting Sui Xiong's mass-produced army of divine envoys to the death.

In terms of individual strength, let alone mass-produced divine envoys, even elite-model divine envoys were nothing before Koradma's incarnation, transformed by the corrupting power of the demon star. But as the saying went, quantity brought about qualitative change. Once the divine envoys' numbers reached a certain threshold, the situation became entirely different.

The black dragon corrupted by the demon star roared without cease, spewing acid imbued with intense toxicity and corrosiveness. Every breath covered a fan-shaped area at least several hundred meters in radius—an utterly terrifying attack.

If such an attack were unleashed in the real world, it could kill roughly a thousand people in one blow, perhaps even more. If the crowd were dense enough—say, a bunch of foreigners fond of gathering for excitement, watching some French National Day fireworks display—one breath killing over ten thousand people would not be surprising.

Yet such attacks amounted to little against the divine envoys. Born from negative energy, they feared no poison; only the acid's corrosiveness could harm them. And though the fortress-class and battleship-class divine envoys charging at the front as shields might not have looked particularly huge, their vitality—or rather, durability—was astonishingly strong. A blast of acid would merely leave some damage on their faces, bodies, or ship rigging. By the terminology of the game these characters came from, it was at most "moderate damage," still far from "heavy damage," let alone "sunk."

If that were all, a few more breaths would have settled the matter. But Sui Xiong sneered from the rear and dispatched