Against the pitch-black backdrop of the boundless heavens, the Mei Family's Battle Puppet, Flame Fang, sped along like an eerie shadow.
It was crossing the vast sky, diving from the outer void to assault Heavenly Dragon Ward.
For days, the Black Shark Bandits had never truly left Guangyun. Instead, like bloodthirsty sharks, they prowled the outer void above it, seeking another chance to attack.
This was their customary method of harassing local settlements and wreaking havoc in the Underworld. If the local defenses were inadequate, it was all too easy to be caught off guard during the prolonged struggle and suffer grievous losses.
Most high-grade Battle Puppets possessed the ability to create from the void and repair themselves, or relied on the restorative properties of their treasured materials. Flame Fang was naturally no exception.
It had spent these days hiding aboard the Black Shark Flying Boat to recover. After finally making a slight recovery, it had eagerly leaped out, intent on avenging that earlier blow.
It was also taking advantage of the fact that Li Chen had almost no usable Core Formation-level combat strength under his command.
"Honored envoy, we have swept a thousand li in every direction. No suspicious targets!"
"Keep descending. There will definitely be some around Zone Sixty-Six!"
"Yes."
As they spoke, Flame Fang adjusted its flight posture and plunged straight down, headfirst like a falling stalk of scallion.
Watching from afar as a meteor-like speck of light streaked across the sky and charged toward them, several Shaman Folk warriors in the ground Observation Station grew tense. They hurriedly picked up communication artifacts resembling jade talismans and reported at the top of their lungs, "They're here!"
"Fire!" came the commander's voice from the artifact.
Ten years had been enough for some of the vigorous, intelligent Shaman Folk