Ultragene Warlord

Nightdemon didn't particularly care about the losses suffered by the allied forces, even if some night growlers died as well. No wars were bloodless, and the world of primordial chaos had stockpiled far more than enough resources than could be depleted by this confrontation alone.

"They're just flexible thinkers," Zhang Lie replied modestly, though he was smiling.

Wilbow asked, "The death spirits' weapons are far stronger than expected. Do either of you have a plan for dealing with them?"

"As far as I'm aware, whatever engine the death spirits are using must surely be overheating after producing a laser of such high intensity." Zhang Lie's eyes brightened. He very much wanted to claim the flagship for himself and carefully study its inner workings.

Nightdemon rolled his eyes. "Speak in English, please!"

Zhang Lie explained, "In other words, because it expended too much energy, it has to charge up more energy before it can function normally again. Under these circumstances, it won't be able to react as swiftly, and its attacks won't be as strong."

"You seem to understand this the best out of anyone present, so I'll leave it to you!" Wilbow patted Zhang Lie's shoulder.

"You just want to be lazy again!"

Wilbow pointed at the battleships surrounding the flagship. Someone has to deal with those battleships, surely?"

Nightdemon replied, "I was responsible for shielding against the violet laser, and I don't have much more strength left. I'll have to rely on you guys—though I can help clean up some of these black pyramids first."

"There's no time to waste!" Wilbow called out. "The death spirits' flagship is about to recover!"

As Zhang Lie activated his blood ant and dragonwolf soulshards, he transformed into a dragonwolf with russet fur and limbs covered with dragons' scales. His aura became magnified as a hurricane of blood spawned around him.

"Then I'll leave dealing with the battleships all around to you guys," Zhang Lie said.

Wilbow glanced around him at the numerous death spirit battleships. "This isn't an easy task..."

Zhang Lie rolled his eyes. "If it were easy, I'd do it myself!"

"We'll take responsibility for this," the frost spirit commander promised.

Zhang Lie glanced at Wilbow. Look how much more diligent the frost spirit commander is! Zhang Lie really couldn't understand Wilbow, who had been sent as a commander for the war against the death spirits, but who repeatedly tried to do as little work as he could on the battlefield.

Wilbow pretended not to notice Zhang Lie's glance.

Zhang Lie stepped forward, a blood-colored wind surrounding his body. "Furthermore, protect the remainder of the allied forces. When I fight against the flagship, I won't have any attention to spare for those around me. If the allied forces get in the way, our losses will increase even further."

Wilbow shrugged. "We've already suffered tremendous losses, haven't we?"

Nightdemon added, "The remaining allied forces are largely from the Zongming world—we might as well call them Zongming forces by now."

"Details, details! If you care too much about these fine details, you'll go bald. There are still aliens from your respective superior worlds and surrounding domains, aren't there?"

Nightdemon shrugged. "I can manifest illusions. There's no way I'd go bald." Nightdemon could make others see him in any form he wanted. "Even when I transform into a bat, I don't have to worry about going bald."

Wilbow touched his head. "And I have fur on my head, not hair."

At any rate, given their strength, they would easily be able to regrow their hair even if it were to fall out.

Zhang Lie grumbled, "As commanders, surely none of you would want to win a war but return with all your troops dead?

Wilbow nodded. "That does make sense... I don't mind, but my father wouldn't be happy if I were to do so."

Of course, the king of keys didn't really mind either. To the superior kings, everyone else was akin to ants.

Nightdemon nodded. "Protecting these forces won't be an issue."

Wilbow slumped. "It just means that we'll have more work."

"Don't worry, I have a helper for you. Gold Comet, work with Nightdemon and the others to deal with the death spirits' battleships while I handle the flagship."

Nightdemon and Wilbow glanced at Gold Comet. Indeed, this was an acceptable arrangement. Gold Comet was about as strong as a superior king itself, and their workload could indeed be reduced by a fair portion—certainly more than it would take to protect the allied forces, largely from the Zongming world.

As a blood-colored whirlwind formed, Zhang Lie morphed into a beam of red light and flew toward the death spirit flagship, clawing apart any obstacles in his way.

The death spirit flagship was surrounded with black energy and a flurry of bandages. Zhang Lie swiped at those bandages, but more spawned from the heart of the flagship.

A black serpent manifested around Zhang Lie. Its scales turned a blood-red color and horns protruded from its forehead as it transformed into a bloody dragon.

"[Fists of the Silent Sea: Fade]!" As Zhang Lie punched forward, the blood dragon roared in outrage and shot forward.

The black bandages wrapped the blood dragon up, intending to tear it apart, but this was part of Zhang Lie's trap. Zhang Lie's attack wasn't the blood dragon itself, but rather the energy of annihilation that made it up.

At that moment, the blood dragon burst apart. A wave of annihilation exploded around the dragon. Pitch-black energy swallowed everything in the vicinity like a storm at sea, covering up the sky.

By the time the death spirits realized their mistake, it was already too late. The explosion was like a black hole that sucked up everything in sight. Boulders and the death spirits' battleships were sucked into the black hole, along with the remnant black spirits on the battlefield.

Nightdemon sighed. "That fellow..."

Nightdemon and Wilbow were forced to defend the allied forces against the aftermath of Zhang Lie's attack.

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Even the death spirit flagship was sucked into the black hole.

From within the black hole came a burst of purple energy, producing a glow so bright everyone could see it. As the black hole shrunk, a purple laser emerged from it, encapsulating the death spirit flagship at its center.

Right as the flagship escaped, the black hole vanished, leaving a vacuum behind. A storm manifested as the air itself cavitated. A hemispherical hole was left behind on the battlefield, as though a bomb with a few megatons of energy had just been detonated.