Varagon... or, more accurately, Plague, saw Zhang Fan's sly grin on the large screen and asked curiously:
"How did you know it was me?"
Zhang Fan said calmly, "Does it matter? What matters is that I know you're as good as dead."
Plague laughed loudly. "You're dreaming. I now possess invincible power."
"Hahaha! Turning your physical body into a soul makes you invincible? Then you clearly haven't seen what the Demon Abyss Race of the Erl Universe can do."
Zhang Fan instantly appeared before Plague, who cried out in shock, "You can use Instant Teleportation too?"
"Is it that hard? You frog in a well!"
Zhang Fan swept his hand out, intending to slice off Plague's head, but Plague blocked his attack with one hand.
The two kept darting rapidly around the confined space. Only the sounds of their fighting could be heard in the Command Room; their figures were impossible to see.
Meanwhile, the chaos outside was brought back under control, and the battle between the black mist and the assembled warships reached a stalemate.
Under Mimipa's command, warships from across the Vitter Universe attacked from every direction, compressing the black mist into a sphere.
Although it was supposedly being compressed, the mass of black mist was still as large as ten galaxies, and all they had done was slow its expansion.
Every warship poured out firepower, but whenever the black mist swallowed a planet, its volume swelled again.
Mimipa had no choice but to order a fighting retreat. As the encirclement widened, the black mist continued to expand.
Zhang Hongjun suddenly said to Soraya, "This isn't going to work. To stop him, we have to use black obsidian."
Dumite frowned deeply. "Black obsidian may be powerful, but it isn't an ion weapon. Don't forget what the Overlord said: