The Fleet Blessed by Darkness

The twisted faces of the guards and the foams on their mouths made them seem to be enshrouded in queer and zealous flames, depriving them of their original sanity.

It also seemed that something new had been injected deep into their brains, allowing them to show the air that was entirely different from the common Immortal Cultivators of the Li family.

The manager of the No. 3 space gate pointed his mini storm bolter at the guards subconsciously and stammered, "What-What are you doing?"

Before he pulled the trigger, the weapons on a couple of crystal suits on his opposite side emanated weird brilliance at the same time, and the mystic rays that entailed powerful spiritual energy of the fire class hit his right hand that held the gun simultaneously.