Five black beams of light rose simultaneously on the battlefield like five grotesque black pillars, so blinding that no one could open their eyes.
In the live broadcast, the civilians of the Four Blues who had been cheering fell silent in an instant. The smiles on their faces froze, replaced by deep fear.
What was that?
Not only had the three who had fallen become stronger, but even the two who had not attacked had grown stronger.
Why did these people seem even more terrifying now? The Five Elders were all radiating black light, and they already looked like monsters to begin with. Seeing them like this was truly terrifying!
Everyone watching the broadcast, whether pirates or Sengoku, vaguely guessed that Imu had made a move.
Mu Chen naturally came to the same conclusion when he saw the Five Elders before him and felt their auras surge dramatically.
Well, well. You still won't show yourself? Looks like you people really look down on me. But that was fine. He was not ready to attack the Red Line yet. Mu Chen's mission today was only to rescue eighty thousand slaves with the Revolutionary Army and broadcast it live. It truly was not yet time to attack the Red Line. Besides, Mu Chen had long guessed that Imu generally would not come to the Blue Sea. If there was a major threat, Imu would send out the Five Elders. If the Five Elders could not handle it, then Uranus would be activated. If even Uranus could not settle it, Imu would act personally. But Uranus had not even been activated yet, so Imu could not possibly appear.
Black light radiated from the Five Elders as five black figures directly surrounded Mu Chen, seemingly determined to finish him off.
Martial Minister, Guard Magnet!