The light dissipated.
What was left of Sigma was a clump of liquid metal slag, floating in space like molten ore.
Green and purple fog leaked out from it.
The fog tried to scatter, but the space around it was still warped, trapping it close.
Alex raised his palm.
The green fog trembled, then streamed toward him.
His eyes stayed cold as he absorbed it.
With his other hand, he drew a rune and shot it forward.
The rune sank into the slag, locking it in place for a heartbeat, forcing the purple fog to stop moving.
Alex don't want to take any risk.
Who knows what will happen if that much space energy roam free in the space.
Meanwhile, MingYue put all her focus on the planet surface.
With Sigma in this condition, the dome had no protection against her.
She lifted both hands, sending another wave.
A wide circle of ice formed in front of her, then stretched outward like a blade.
She pushed it down.
