บท 872: Too Late

"It's my Ultimate Shield." Vhoskaud broke out in laughter as his enemies crashed into the wall of machinery insulating him from the battlefield. "Inspired directly from Psykow's from Anti-Life. It was my countermeasure against that alien in the event of a betrayal, but it seems I was pressured to use it much sooner than expected against you. If we weren't stuck in this confined space, I would have fought you in person but I just need to keep you busy here."

That was the truth. He just needed to hold them off for a little less than 85 seconds. After that, the Mana Storm would ruthlessly select the winners.

"Psykow?" Jake muttered as he watched the drop-shaped alien through the mental projection of his Purgatory. "If Vhoskaud is wary of him, I do wonder what his abilities are."