When Mu Fan, clad in Battle Armor Dragon Rider, entered the warship, he had already declared the doom of the Saint Luo People aboard.
Moving soundlessly through the warship, Mu Fan was like a ghost, brazenly eroding the will of those Saint Luo People.
"As long as this warship has not come alive, and as long as it still needs the optical brain to calculate passage access, it will eventually become my prey."
That was Black's promise to Mu Fan.
With a boom, the door to the warship's central control room was kicked clean off.
Every Saint Luo Race warrior inside stared in terror at the figure slowly stepping in.
That Alloy Door had clearly been locked by the system. How could a twelve-centimeter-thick alloy gate possibly be kicked open by human strength?
It was a defense capable of withstanding conventional firepower for at least one minute!
Mu Fan walked in, his icy gaze sweeping over the room without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
The Saint Luo warriors' expressions changed instantly as several afterimages shot toward him.
"Mu Fan" was pierced through by seven or eight suddenly flashing afterimages.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Those seven or eight afterimages burst apart one after another.
Thick yellow Spore Clusters splattered everywhere.
Spore Bomb—Parasitic Attack.
...Ineffective!
Looking at the yellow mucus spread across the walls, the group's faces turned incomparably grim.
What they had attacked... was not a physical body!
Pfft.
That was the sound of a sharp blade leaving flesh.
The group looked blankly toward the sky.
They only felt themselves piled together in an instant, followed by a chill in their abdomens.
All that remained in their vision was a retreating figure fading into the distance.
This enemy...
was simply too naïve.
They were Combat Parasites who could easily regenerate