"So what if it is? While you're fighting me, can you still watch over that spaceship behind you?"
Ji Mingyu's gaze was icy cold.
The Demon God, "Cold White Sparrow," raised his right hand high, a white light swirl gathering in his palm.
The peacock feathers behind him spread out in all directions.
The white light swirl suddenly coalesced into a giant ice blade over a hundred meters long, adhering to the light feathers.
The giant ice blade was raised high, the sunlight glinting off the ice edge, reflecting a brilliant and dazzling radiance.
He truly appeared as majestic as a demon god descended upon the world.
The morale within the surrounding fleet had reached its peak.
Demon God versus Demon God.
No one expected Cold White Sparrow to be reborn in such an exaggerated manner and stand tall in the sky.
A bloodthirsty gleam flashed in the soldiers' eyes.
The muzzles of the countless warships began charging again.
