Lukash quickly came to his senses:
"At a time like this, you still have time to talk about the Heavenly Eye? Think about how to solve our current problem first!"
With things having reached this point, Ye Feng could only take a gamble. He just hoped the enemy's strength would not be too outrageous, or he would have no choice but to abandon Lukash.
So Ye Feng turned to the captain:
"The enemy has two Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivators. I'll handle them. Can you protect Lukash?"
The captain asked doubtfully:
"Can you manage on your own?"
"If I can't, what then? Can you take them on?"
At those words, the captain hurriedly waved his hands:
"Our strength is limited, so we probably won't be much help. But as long as no Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivators interfere, we can protect Lord Lukash. The spaceship's barrier can temporarily withstand attacks from an early-stage Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivator."
Ye Feng nodded at that. This would do. At least he could fight the enemy without worrying.
With the plan settled, the captain brought the spaceship to a stop.
The hatch opened, and Ye Feng emerged.
The spaceship behind them slowly stopped as well, and a dozen or so figures shot out.
At the very front stood two strange-looking creatures.
One resembled a centaur, with a fairly handsome humanoid upper body, but four hooves below and spikes covering his back.
The other resembled a mass of purple ghostly mist, with indistinct features and six limbs, purple vapor radiating from his entire body.
Both, however, exuded intense killing intent. Clearly, countless people had died at their hands.
The dozen or so figures faced Ye Feng from a distance.
The centaur spoke first:
"Brat, why aren't you running anymore? Realized there's no hope, so you came out