Several hours later.
Outside the mobile fortress [Moon Gleam].
Ji Xiaohan, manipulating spiritual energy threads, faintly sensed a trace of unease.
The unease coursing through his nerves was enough to stir Ji Xiaohan's emotions.
"I know that guy Bai Mian. That idiot couldn't possibly give me this kind of pressure."
Ji Xiaohan's handsome face shifted slightly. "Looks like someone formidable has arrived."
Rumble!!
In the distance.
A figure clad in white Plague Armor emerged.
The bald Bai Mian charged forward with the Plague-Slaying Blade in hand.
His expression was excited and crazed, clearly intent on completely wiping out the entire Moon Gleam fortress here.
At that moment, a calm voice came through the Communicator by Ji Xiaohan's ear. "Bai Mian alone wouldn't dare attack us... [Power Angel] has arrived."
Power Angel!
At those words, the ease on Ji Xiaohan's face finally faded.
The first time the Sterile Council deployed Power Angels onto the battlefield had been three years ago.
The dragon-class war weapons that closely resembled Ruan Yin, the Holy Lord of the Medical Department, had brought slaughter and terror the moment they appeared.
In this era, Wanderers were mostly defectors from the two great nations. How could they ever have seen monsters of this caliber?
Emotionless slaughtering monsters.
And...
These war machines of the Medical Department were still constantly evolving and growing stronger.
"Old Wan! How many [Power Angels] did you spot this time?"
Ji Xiaohan asked gravely, flicking his spiritual energy threads aside to knock back that troublesome bald man once more.
Wan Chaohu's voice came through. "Not sure. There are human bombs inside the fortress, and we're searching for them now. Keep a close watch outside. If you run into a Power Angel..."
Bai Mian fell onto the deck, only to be lifted back up by a