Bab 1399: Formation

The dragon turtle and the cyclopean creature shared a glance. The two Autarch-class void dwellers were unable to hide their shock. One of their peers had been defeated in just a few short moments, its body destroyed and its life-core taken?

"If you keep fighting against us, the only result will be that you both die," Autarch Mogg said. "Stand with us. Once we deal with this behemoth hive, you'll gain your freedom."

"Do you really think you can threaten us just because you captured one of us?" the dragon turtle snorted coldly.

The cyclopean creature smiled coldly as it glanced at Ning and Autarch Mogg. "We're not like that idiot. I'm fast enough that you two won't even be able to touch me… and as for that tough old bastard over there? It is even stronger than me! You have no chance of defeating it."

Mogg frowned. The cyclopean creature was telling the truth; neither Mogg nor Ning was a match for the creature in speed.