Abyssal Demon Dragon Royal Clan!

"Top-tier King-class Battleship..." This judgment flashed through Lin Ming's mind. Seeing the gleaming emblem on its hull, he narrowed his eyes.

"And it has quite the background. It's not something the Sirius Empire could afford to possess."

The starship moved so fast that it was nearly impossible to track with the naked eye. One moment it was still on the horizon; the next, it was hovering several hundred meters above him. The hull trembled, the hatch slowly opened, and three figures filed out.

Two men and one woman.

The leader was a cold-faced young man who never seemed to smile. An ancient-looking spear was strapped across his back, and his aura was restrained to the extreme, revealing only a faint, nearly imperceptible pressure that was nevertheless enough to make one suffocate.

His gaze was calm as still water, yet it carried a lofty, scrutinizing quality, as if he were examining some interesting object.

On the left stood a man with a wicked grin, casually spinning a slender, razor-sharp dagger in his hand. The blade reflected the sunlight, glimmering with an eerie chill.

His eyes held amusement and mockery, as though he were looking at prey about to fall into a trap.

On the right stood a woman with an enchanting figure and fiery red hair. Her eyes were filled with teasing amusement as she tilted her head slightly, observing the scene below with a faint smile on her lips.

They were the three members of the Star God Squad.

Yaksha had originally been cheerfully preparing to go straight to Lin Ming and "have some fun," but when he saw the scene in this area, his steps suddenly halted. The smile on his face stiffened as his gaze was drawn to the remnants of tribulation clouds that had yet to fully