The spectral shadows slowly advance towards the battlefield, their massive tentacle-like ripples gently enveloping yet bearing destructive power, swiftly intercepting and forcibly disrupting the enemy's information links, causing the data threads connecting to the "Void Weaver" to fall into chaos and fail to transmit commands normally, also hindering its movement speed!
A resonant voice, soulful yet with an echo of authority, softly chants from Shuili's mouth: "Weaken it! Delay time! We must give the commander more recovery chances!"
At the end of the corridor of law decomposition, the intense black-purple corrosive aura and chaotic laws surge like a dark tide, stirring every soul.
David, shouldering the newly regenerated limbs miraculously reshaped by Amy with the water element, steps forward with unwavering determination.
Every step ignites vivid starlight-like points in the twisted surrounding spacetime, dazzling like falling meteors, yet wavering fragilely like foam.
