In the distance, the battle raged on between Transcendent human and alien races.
The human race was at a complete disadvantage, and although they could hold on for a while, they couldn't escape.
After Mo Ke's tail grew enormously and devoured Gulete, he didn't lift a finger again.
It wasn't until after several minutes had passed and Gulete's life force utterly vanished that Mo Ke's tail slowly retracted and returned to its original form.
A brief flash of light sparkled in his eyes.
"Purcell Royal Family? A decent racial talent, indeed, but sadly used by incompetent individuals."
He scoffed, his eyes twinkling with a hint of pleasant surprise.
He turned his head,
glancing toward the distant battlefield where several Transcendent beings of the human race had already fallen, with most of them severely injured, their vitality flickering unstably.
"Freeze..." Mo Ke whispered softly, speaking in the common language of the Fourth Epoch, pronouncing it perfectly.
As his voice fell,
