In the empty corridor, Monkey raised his senses to their peak and crept forward with utmost caution.
At this moment, Nigel Wyrm’s bombardment of the sole surviving warship had ceased, yet the ship’s temperature barely dropped. The Skyward Legionnaires below the Spirit-Refinement Stage still could not move about freely.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing to slits.
Ahead and to his left, down on the next level, he could clearly sense a dense cluster of roughly forty spiritual signatures. Though the opposition did their utmost to suppress their power, Monkey could still tell that they were a group of Spirit-Transformation–stage Heavenly Generals.
“Forty signatures, plus the six scattered in two spots just now, and the ones outside… Marshal Silver really went all out to honor his old rival.”
Is this what they call a full mobilization?
He gave a helpless laugh.
Monkey was not familiar with the spiritual signatures of the Heavenly Fleet’s generals, so he could not identify them by aura alone. But from what he sensed, it was highly likely that Marshal Silver himself was among those forty.
“If he’s here in person, then most of the Nine Star Generals of the Heavenly Fleet must be present as well.”
Steadying himself, Monkey took a deep breath. Instead of pressing forward, he slipped away toward the area of the warship where the ordinary Skyward Legionnaires were gathered.
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Meanwhile, the battle outside the warship had already begun.
As a Golden Immortal Heavenly General barked several orders, a gust of wind gathered around Nigel Wyrm, swirling about him.
Listening to the howling wind, Nigel reached out to touch it. The air slipped through his fingertips without the slightest anomaly.
“That’s it?”
A strange smile appeared on the Heavenly General’s face.
In the next instant, as if in answer to Nigel’s question, the wind suddenly intensified. In a flash, a bloody gash appeared on Nigel’s arm.
A sharp pain shot through him, and Nigel’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Wind Blade?”
Before he could gauge the power of that Wind Blade, the storm’s reach shrank rapidly, and a frenzy of stabbing pain erupted from every corner of his body!
In just a split second, the Nine-Headed Wyrm was already covered in wounds, blood streaming down his body!
Suddenly snapping to his senses, the Nine-Headed Wyrm gritted his teeth and retreated at high speed, but no matter what he tried, he could not break through the wind barrier.
Or rather, the center of that wind shifted with his movements—never pausing for an instant.
“What kind of disgusting artifact is this?!”
With a furious roar, surging spiritual power gathered, and the Nine-Headed Wyrm’s entire body—including his face—was instantly covered with thick, black scales.
The wind still howled fiercely, but under the heavy defense, it produced only a harsh, grating sound—no longer able to threaten the Nine-Headed Wyrm.
He casually shook the blood from his hand, panting as he stared wide-eyed toward the battle formation, locking eyes with General Skyler. “Did you really think something like this would work on me?”
“Don’t rush—it’s just beginning.” General Skyler stroked his bristly beard and laughed. “These wind blades can’t really harm you, but if you keep up that form and run, how could we possibly catch you? Hahaha! We haven’t fought much, but after a thousand years as rivals, we know you fairly well.”
“So it’s just to slow me down?” The Nine-Headed Wyrm paused, slightly stunned.
Unlike ordinary demons, the Nine-Headed Wyrm possessed multiple forms—ranging from the most powerful and defensive Nine-Feathered Wyrm form to the fastest humanoid shape.
Was the point of these wind blades to prevent him from fighting in his fastest, humanoid form?
Could it be that if he fought in this half-demonized form, they could handle him? Even if they could, as long as he didn’t shift into his Nine-Feathered Wyrm form and kept his distance, they shouldn’t be able to match his speed.
Before the Nine-Headed Wyrm could work it out, the next moment, he heard the ten Heavenly Generals beside General Skyler simultaneously forming hand seals and barking orders. Their positions began to revolve around General Skyler, constantly shifting.
The ten flying swords scattered around the formation seemed to receive a command and instantly transformed into ten streaks of silver light, shooting straight at the Nine-Headed Wyrm.
They moved so fast that the Nine-Headed Wyrm could only dodge in a panic. But his speed was already reduced, and in the end, one sword grazed his shoulder.
Scales scattered—a fresh line of blood appeared.
Halting his movement, the Nine-Headed Wyrm reached out and touched the bloody mark.
The wound wasn’t deep.
With a gentle sweep, the wound was once again covered by black scales.
He glanced at General Skyler and snorted coldly. “You think you can defeat me with attacks like these? Ridiculous!”