High in the sky.
The Seventh Order Demon Venerable Malphite looked down at the tiny creatures on the ground, his contempt for the two Half-Orcs who dared to rise into the air and confront him completely undisguised.
His words just now had been both a declaration and an ultimatum.
Yet among the Bipeds below, there was only panic, and not a single response.
This was disregard.
"Hmph."
Malphite gave a cold snort.
The next second, he vanished from his spot.
"Watch out!"
Wukong shrieked, beating his wings hard. Countless azure wind blades appeared out of thin air, weaving into a vast net that swept toward the spot where Malphite had disappeared.
The Werewolf Warwick's muscles bulged. Blood-red energy flames ignited on the Legendary Battle Axe in his hands as he assumed a full combat stance, watching his surroundings warily.
But it was too late.
Boom!!!
A deafening blast erupted in the center of the Expeditionary Force's position.
Malphite appeared like a phantom above the Command Vehicle and punched down.
At the last possible moment, an earthen-yellow figure rushed over. Grom roared, crossing his twin hammers above his head.
Bang-!
The ground beneath Grom's feet instantly cracked like a spiderweb. The tremendous force drove him to both knees, the bones in his arms groaning beneath the unbearable strain.
Beneath him, the roof of the Command Vehicle was severely warped and caved in by the shock wave.
"Pfft!"
Grom spat out a mouthful of blood, desperately holding on.
He was only sixth rank. He could not possibly withstand even a casual blow from a Seventh Order Demon Venerable.
"You're asking for death!"
"Roar!"
Shocked and enraged, Warwick and Wukong attacked Malphite from two directions like lightning.
Warwick's battle axe sliced through the sky and cleaved down at his head with the momentum